Content Warning: This article mentions sexual assault. It is hot and sweaty in the dish pit of a Montreal restaurant. The sounds are cacophonous and the air is grimy with food waste and dissonance. Outside, layers of fresh snow coat icy sludge, illuminating the raucous night. The frigid breeze freezes the capitalist sweat on your neck. This place and the feeling it evokes capture the essence of the Canadian post-punk band Dish Pit. Each song on the eclectic three-person unit’s first album DIPSHIT (2021) is embedded with the dirty, crunchy, pulsing sounds of the band’s namesake. DIPSHIT...