It's fitting that Grant Chapman's only public playlist on a certain major streaming service is filled with wall-to-wall black metal. His first single under the moniker Torture Methods seems to be the result of some serious brooding. It shares the same foreboding, charcoal skies as black metal, but sonically resides more in a sweaty basement on a bill with Karin Dreijer and Boy Harsher. It’s a reclamation of four-on-the-floor darkwave, which got temporarily snatched from the goths and pushed into the realm of social media bodybuilding videos. Now it’s back in its rightful home: the club. With its woozy, screwed vocals, it’s a song for the final moments of the night, when you’re limp, delirious, and possibly ready to go home, but the devilish siren in the loudspeakers keeps beckoning you away from the exit.