Ola Madrid is from Northern New Jersey and play a brand of post punk that reminds me of what would happen if you mixed Small Brown Bike with Pianos Become the Teeth. There's some interesting musicianship here as each player seems to take great lengths at showing through with creativity.
The production is very clean, which strangely is the only thing that bothers me. It's almost too clean in the sense that the little part of rawness you can expect from a live show doesn't come through. I'd probably also prefer the vocals to sit a little lower in the mix, personally.
It's five songs of vocals that range from gruff melodics to desperate shouts rising above some ever changing tempos and well pronounced instrumentation.