REVIEWS: CALIFORNIA CHEESEBURGER/CRUCIAL TAINT/STEVE CARFACE/PUNKBAND

Richmond, Brooklyn, Hersham (boys)


CALIFORNIA CHEESEBURGER – Elevators Of Blood EP

Elevators Of Blood is this garishly-named, Surrey four-piece’s latest, following on from two previous EPs, Invest In Death (2022) and What’s On The TV (2023).

Any reference to Stephen King is welcome round these parts; say hello Elevators Of Blood, the title track of which takes nearly a minute for a lyric, other than the title, to enter the fray. The catchy Toxic Wasteman has a hooky guitar line running throughout, with a nifty bass run at the end, while Racist Family tells it like it is over a brief, speedy punk caper. Things take a darker turn on (Fuck) The Sound Of My Voice which, even as they meditate on mental torment (“Fuck even more my thoughts“), can’t help but sound like they’re having a laugh.

Four short tracks of crunchy, melodic punk rock of the British SCREECHING WEASEL variety, with simple story-telling and a little provincial GOOBER PATROL in the vocals. In short, goofy Brit-punk fun belying the occasional dark lyrical turn. Check it out.

Self-released April 19th, 2024

https://californiacheeseburger.bandcamp.com/album/elevators-of-blood


CRUCIAL TAINT – self-titled EP

Richmond, VA’s three-piece ‘rock’ band CRUCIAL TAINT, unleash this squalid debut on the world in a flourish of devil-may-care musicianship and filthy production.

After so many cleanly produced records, it’s refreshing to hear some dirt. Rising above with BLACK FLAG dirge, a righteously nasty guitar sound, and raw, desperate vocals, these four short songs are imbued with an intense feeling of utter frustration. That said, I Won’t Do What You Say mixes its tempos and is the most straight-up hardcore, gang shouts ‘n all. Fuzzy Math(Fuck You) charges in with a noisy dirge, all furious vocals and messy solo. Pie Hole is similarly paced, with discordant guitar wrangling and raging vocals, like they forgot the mikes and opted to shout louder. Plastic lays on a dragging, garage punk riff and lazy soloing, crazed vocals adding much madness to this final piece of filth.

The rough-and-ready production, brief run times, crude guitar sound, and sheer, manic desperation of the vocals, give the impression of listening to hardcore, even as most of the pacing is dirgey. If LEDZEPVIETCONG were homeless punk kids trying to rip your face off, instead of being your dopy best mate, they’d sound like this. Keeping it interesting by sharing vocalists across tracks, this is a refreshingly grubby shock to the system.

Self-released 8th April 2024

https://crucialtaint.bandcamp.com/album/crucial-taint-ep


STEVE CARFACE – Familiar Traps Album

STEVE CARFACE is the alter ego of Brooklyn, NY-based Cullen Gallagher. He also plays in hardcore punk band DEMOTED and makes instrumental music as MODERN SILENT CINEMA. Familiar Traps is this project’s debut album.

With lo-fi production values and a mix of hardcore punk tropes with experimental textures, Familiar Traps positively screams bedroom project. Tracks like Too Soon To Say, Other People, Blacking Out From Boredom, and Side benefit from the rudimentary production; primitive, garage punk with basic riffs, harsh vocals, and pounding freneticism. Short song lengths suit the style, standouts Denim Fetish, splitting between pounding verse and thrash chorus, the twangy, surf guitar mess of Bust, and the harsh vocals and gang shouts of Horace McCoy. Proceedings get experimental on the gently tripping Wall, a slow, building piece with percussive sound effects, fragile guitar, prominent bass, and haunting vocals. The atmospheric Nightcap is a disjointed journey through dark, dripping backstreets, the twangy guitars of the meandering Void adding to its haunting appeal. Corner Booth employs stark, post-punk guitars, and harsh vocals to create a dragging echo, while the noise returns on the brutally effective guitar/vocal experiment No End In Sight, blessed with one of the vilest guitar sounds I’ve ever heard. There’s even a couple of short interludes in The 35-second oddity Don’t Pick Up (Pt 1), an experiment of mangled, discordant guitar and strangled vocals, and it’s weird outro refrain, (Pt 2).

At times a challenging listen, I probably won’t be playing this on a drive to the beach, but its clanging, foundry production and white noise aspects are a breath of fresh air in an age of wiped-clean recordings. In between the thumping garage punk, there are mood changes and unsettling atmospheres to hold the interest of those into the lower budget end of DIY bedroom punk.

Released 1st June 2024 by Bad Channel Records

https://stevecarface.bandcamp.com/album/familiar-traps


PUNKBAND – Born Broke Break Croak single

The duo, comprised of writer/producers Alex Cook and Alex Jasinski, or “Aljay,” take on a reflective yet contemporary outlook, speaking truthfully about current affairs that pin down the vicenarian generation.
After the turbulent exit of their previous lead singer, Punkband found themselves taking a nearly two year hiatus. During this hiatus, the band set up a modest recording studio in Battersea, London, initially intending to explore personal musical endeavors. However, this venture inadvertently catalyzed the resurgence of the band’s creative spirit, inspiring the birth of new music that encapsulate their thoughts towards the contemporary world.
(from promo)

‘Hersham’s worst punk band’, erm, PUNKBAND, are a two-piece with a clutch of singles to their name, Born Broke… being the latest.

A febrile punk blast injected with urban grime, like a cross between SLOWTHAI and BOB VYLAN. Splashy drums, ranting chorus, raw guitar, and nice, bassy production, frantic, electronic fills adding urgency. The modern soundtrack to UK82 brick-wall punks smashing bottles in a litter-strewn alley. Fantastic.

Self-released on 19th April 2024

https://punkband.bandcamp.com/track/born-broke-break-croak

Header photo: PUNKBAND


REVIEWS: HELL CAN WAIT, VAMPIRE SLUMBER PARTY, [slab] feat. Cass SEWER CATS, AUTOGRAMM

Brighton, London, Manchester, Vancouver


HELL CAN WAIT – 2023 EP (self-released)

Formed in 2021, Brighton’s HELL CAN WAIT’s emotional, hardcore pummelling comes fully formed. “(Hell Can Wait’s) lyrics tackle a wide range of themes, from personal struggles and resilience to societal injustices and the human condition. (Their songs are) a call to action, encouraging listeners to confront their inner demons, challenge the status quo, and find hope in the face of adversity.”

After slowly trickling out tracks, HELL CAN WAIT finally unveiled the full EP at the end of 2023. Yeah, I know we’re well into 2024, but words don’t write themselves and ChatGPT this ain’t. Five tracks of gravel-gargling, metallic, emocore with tilts toward delicacy, opener Abbey Gardens serves as a sturdy example. Judicious use of gang shouts and heavy, chugging guitars kick it, but this set is all about the build-ups. Disparity‘s gentle guitar strokes find their way to a fast hardcore romp, while Blossom showcases a brutal breakdown and some unexpected riffage. Shine ends on an emotional catharsis via a shimmering interlude, leaving the brighter riffs of Drowning In You to get stuck straight in for a more melodically hopeful feel.

It’s worth noting that these songs are not hardcore quickies, but some neat twists and an overall sense of weight should hold your interest. High-end production usually hampers hardcore with unnecessary sheen, but here, it only serves to enhance HELL CAN WAIT’s dense, bludgeoning roar. An exhausting yet curiously heartwarming experience. Striking sleeve art, too.

https://hellcanwaithc.bandcamp.com/music

VAMPIRE SLUMBER PARTY – McFly Family Photo EP (self-released)

”’McFly Family Photo’ is a song about not giving up. It’s about getting up, dusting yourself off and trying again and again and again. It’s about laughing in the face of self-doubt. No matter how many times you fail. No matter HOW much it feels like you’re disappearing. Writing and recording it was cathartic, for all of us. It was empowering. And I can’t wait to play it live and sing it from the bottom of my heart. And, hopefully, mean it.”

from promo

London’s VSP continue to hone their style, the vocal trade-offs from bassist Closey adding spice to McFly Family Photo‘s wistful, summery pop-punk. Akin to an introspective MEGA CITY 4, though still less glum than 2022’s patchy Funeral Pop album, frontman Yusuf continues to be invigorated by the full-band expansion. Best Buds is a sprightlier proposition and, despite coming from an early BLINK 182 kindergarten, still can’t shake that melancholy vibe. They really step up their game though, with the supremely catchy I Want An Alien This Christmas. The happiest the band has sounded, those old-school keyboards, power-pop chorus, and backing vocals, add a refreshingly breezy, radio-hit vibrancy. Way cool, and the best yet.

Released February 16th 2024, so go check it out

https://vampireslumberparty.bandcamp.com/album/mcfly-family-photo-single

SLAB feat. Cass (THE SEWER CATS) – Defibrillator single (self-released)


[slab] is a Manchester based alternative rock band renowned for their expansive post-rock sound. Praised by Guy Garvey of Elbow as one of his ‘favourite power trios’, [slab] gained recognition with their debut EP ‘Ready for the Light’, which was featured on 6Music.

The Sewer Cats are a garage punk duo celebrated for their raw energy and passionate performances. With a dedicated fan base within the DIY punk scene and a reputation for pushing boundaries, The Sewer Cats continue to captivate audiences with their distinctive sound and uncompromising approach to music.

from promo

Manchester’s instrumental three-piece [slab] team up with THE SEWER CATS’ Cass, who applies her considerable vocal qualities and uncompromising lyrics to this choppy punk moment. More urgent than their previous indie-rock/post-punk soundscapes, a RUTS-like, razor-edged guitar stands tall, supported by a propulsive rhythm section, all brooding emotion and pent-up frustration. Cass’s expressive vocals simmer on the glowering verses, bursting forth with shrieks of despair on the chorus, contrasting with a more controlled musical backing than THE SEWER CATS looser, garage-punk forays. A keeper.

Released 5th April, so out now

https://slabis3.bandcamp.com/track/defibrillator

AUTOGRAMM – Diana/Licht Aus single (Beluga Records)


AUTOGRAMM follow last year’s exemplary Music That Humans Can Play album with this tidy double A single, released to coincide with a recent European jaunt.

These Vancouver heroes continue to make late 70s & early 80s, synth-driven power-pop sound fresh and heart-warming. Diana is a fidgety, Euro-synth hit with a catchy, new-wave chorus; KRAFTWERK with a (human) heart. Injecting a little DEPECHE MODE warmth and some B-MOVIE atmospherics, they prove their loyalty to the six-string with some twangy, post-punk guitar action towards the end. Licht Aus is about as obscure as a cover version gets, being that of 80’s German new wave band NICHTS. The original’s new-wave core remains, but AUTOGRAMM give it an austere makeover, emerging as a neat slice of jerky, Euro-pop minimalism.

A band with all the tunes, it’s like listening to actual radio hits from back in the day. I fucking love ’em.

Released February 19th 2024 by Beluga Records on 7″ vinyl and streaming

https://autogramm.bandcamp.com/album/diana-licht-aus

header photo: HELL CAN WAIT

FLESH CREEP – Bullets/King Of The Hill cassette – Review

beastly Brummie harshcore


Birmingham’s intriguing FLESH CREEP follow up two previous EP’s with this brief but impactful album taster.

Bullets‘ cathartic cacophony of savage guitar, rattling drums and screamo vocals is so loud, it will lift you off your feet, but King Of The Hill is the raw meat treat. Like three songs coiled into one, this battering hailstorm of harsh, metallic hardcore has twists and turns to keep you guessing. There are tense breathers, but you don’t have to wait long for pandemonium to return in a snarl of chaotically-structured metalcore.

With no polish in sight, the clanging production captures every drop of blood, sweat, and tears. A tantalizing two-track taste of the mayhem to (hopefully) come, this crusher has got me fired up for a full album.

A split release between Nuclear Family Records who are producing 30 cassettes with green J card covers, and Noise Merchant records who are producing 30 cassettes with red slipcase covers. I received this for review on the day of release (23rd September), so it’s already out, but it looks like they still have some.

http://noisemerchantrecords.limitedrun.com/

https://www.nuclearfamilyrecords.co.uk/

ET ON TUERA TOUS LES AFFREUX – Mange Tes Morts LP (Toxic Wotsit Records)

new album of torrid French agitcore


ET ON TUERA TOUS LES AFFREUX (TO HELL WITH THE UGLY) are from Caen, France and have been around for just a couple of years. Following a demo and live EP, Mange Tes Morts is their thirteen track debut album. The press blurb informs me that they are ‘a queer punx (sic) band playing inclusive hardcore. No macho bullshit, no virilism, no transphobia. Making music that makes you want to dance and stomp on a cop’s head‘. Incidentally, virilism is a French term loosely meaning machismo. In this context, the macho/manly/aggressive behaviour prevalent in ‘extreme’ music circles.

This intriguing album sets out its stall with Comme Les Autres (Like The Others), an ominous slow build which develops into an off-beat punker avec ranting female vocals. There’s an echo effect on the vocals that, disconcertingly, sticks around for the duration of the album. Epiderme (Epidermis) treads the same path, with the addition of some gruff male shouts. Ce Corps C’est Moi (This Body Is Me) takes an interesting anarcho-crust-meets-post-punk tangent, OI POLLOI duetting with DELTA 5, those badgering vocals ever present. L’enveloppe (The Envelope) is four minutes of steady pounding, accompanied by lead guitar damage and vocals sounding like an ad-libbed megaphone rant at a political rally. Harpie is a perfectly formed, one minute hardcore blast, complete with pick-slide and stomping mid-section, while Mange Tes Morts I & II (Eat Your Dead 1 & 2) gifts us with two welcome interludes. The first is all scratchy, spooky guitar FX and the second attempts a fucked-up DIY dance track via squelchy synth noise. The album ends on a high with Cran D’arret (Switchblade), four minutes of latter-period RUDIMENTARY PENI homage, with an off-kilter rant replacing Nick Blinko‘s creepy crawl.

aaand… breathe.

All sung in French, translations are provided and it’s something of a revelation. Original and absorbing in subject matter and darkly poetic in style, this is a cerebral set of lyrics that should get you a-googling the inspirations thereof. Comme Les Autres, for example is based on French feminist singer-songwriter Anne Sylvestre’s une sorciere comme les autres (A Witch Like The Others) album, Epiderme is a poetic ode to the tattoo artist, and Ciorni Vetier is inspired by La Peau, a controversial, semi-autobiographical 1949 World War 2 novel by Italian Curzio Malaparte. Alongside hard-hitting feminist tracts, it’s fascinating stuff.

The music is stark, almost austere and you certainly won’t find melody or catchy choruses on this album. Relentless, shouty femme vocals over a dirty dirge, punctuated by frantic passages, this is bleak, intense hardcore punk to be played in a candle-lit squat, to a frenzied crowd of radical youth. The variation in time signatures hold your interest, while the melding of hardcore, anarcho and post-punk elements with echo-laden vocals make for a thrilling, yet sometimes exhausting experience.

Toxic Wotsit Records are co-releasing the album with Mass Prod (FR), Youth Authority (FR), Different Kitchen (UK), Anxiety Attack (BUL), Seitan’s Hell Bike Punk (FR) & Dead Punx (BEL). Due for release on 18th June, limited to 300 copies on black vinyl.

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Three For Review: TOKYO LUNGS Soul Music LP, HAZARD PROFILE Slime EP & RUKOUS Kaikki Saastuneet Tuhotaan LP

International lockdown hardcore


TOKYO LUNGS – ‘Soul Music’ LP

This English duo, made up of James Domestic (THE DOMESTICS, BRING THE DRONES, PI$$ER) and Simon Battery (DOMESTICS and CASUAL NAUSEA), follow up last year’s well-received debut 7″ with a full album, cramming 24 tracks into just 19 minutes.

Only five songs breach the one-minute mark, so brevity is king but there is plenty of variety in song-writing to keep the most jaded hardcore fiend salivating. A track by track breakdown would get old quick, so here’s a snapshot… there’s the opening 29 second catharsis of Countdown To What?, blunt hardcore shocks like No More, Tyrant, We Surveil Us and Disinfect peppered throughout and the occasional ’77 punk/hardcore vocals of the likes of Lockdown and Breakdown. And so it goes, killer after killer of savage hardcore with hooks. The pointed lyrics suit the music, with titles like You Don’t Even Think You’re A Racist, Punk Shit/Shit Punk and Turn Left. A manifesto for the times, they tackle those who parrot terms such as ‘communist’ and ‘socialist’ as pejoratives (You Don’t Even Know What It Means), racists who fail to see the reality of their own bigotry and the Tory governments handling of the pandemic. And lockdown, of course.

PI$$ER aside, most of James’s projects could be described as ‘stripped down’ and TOKYO LUNGS is no different. On Soul Music, he really pushes the envelope – clattering, rough-core punk with everything turned up loud. Primitive and powerful, it sounds like they stuck a microphone next to the amps and pressed record on a four-track. That’s a complement.

TOKYO LUNGS, with their beady eye for songs and substance, have crafted something of a no-frills, hardcore punk classic. Rooted in the early 80’s American sound but with added brutality, à la OUT COLD, they have no small similarity with the likes of RIPCORD, themselves in thrall to the Boston h/c blasts of the 80’s. Crucial.

That front cover art though…

Labels: Kibou (UK) and Amok (Germany)

205 on black vinyl
65 on white vinyl
SPECIAL EDITION (40 only worldwide) : White vinyl with 7″ (brand new gold on black artwork)


HAZARD PROFILE‘Slime’ EP (Limited)

Finally, Kibou release some hyper-speed hardcore. Sounding like a squalid, squat-dwelling CHAOS UK main-lining COKE BUST, these five grizzled stormtroopers take in elements of power-violence, third tier ’77 punk and early 80’s US hardcore over the course of these five brief but memorable songs. Amusing artwork completes the picture for a solid piece of inventive lunacy. Off the scale. Negatives? By the time you’ve dropped the needle on the record and sat down with a cuppa, you’ll have to get up and flip it over.

Labels: Kibou (UK), Urinal Vinyl (UK), Sanctus Propaganda (Poland) and Sick World (New Zealand)


RUKOUS – ‘Kaikki Saastuneet Tuhotaan’ LP

10 tracks of coruscating sheetmetalcore with zero warmth, sung in Finnish. A cross between INSECT WARFARE and any modern d-beat band you care to mention. Sounds like it was recorded in the clenched teeth of a whiteout in the Arctic tundra. Brrrr.

Labels: Kibou (UK) & Cimex (Sweden)


All three releases are available to pre-order from 9th April, official release date is 23rd April 2021. Order from:

https://kibourecords.bigcartel.com/product/tokyo-lungs-soul-music-lp-limited-versions


https://kibourecords.bandcamp.com/

Review: THE BRISTLES and KRIMTÄNK räpunk split 7″ EP

Swedish räpunk tag-team


Early 80’s Swedish brick wallers turned räpunk (rough, DISCHARGE-inspired punk), THE BRISTLES return with two tracks of a bit of both. Weird to think these guys must be well into their fifties but still sound like angry teenagers. The band formed in 1982 and were initially inspired by THE EXPLOITED, GBH & Oi! before joining the massed ranks of raw thrash. Shame they didn’t think to change their name. DISBRUSH? BRISCHARGE? Stukad is generic, early Swedish raw punk. Back in the DDR is a much more enjoyable speedy number with some ‘waaaargh’ and a ‘hup-two-three-four‘ sing-a-long that could have appeared on a Riot City Records b-side.

Flip this thing over and… remember when our jaws dropped as the P.E.A.C.E. compilation album (1984) introduced us to all those exotic hardcore punk bands from across the globe? When you realised just how geographical and cultural differences could influence punk and hardcore music to create such wildly differing sounds? KRIMTÄNK will transport you effortlessly back to that time. Formed in 2004, they have cornered the market in grin-inducing, ultra-fast, under-rehearsed short songs. Counted in seconds not minutes, these eight tracks boast minimal production, insane vocals and stupidly fast music that owes more to early Italian hardcore legends NEGAZIONE and DECLINO than their Swedish brethren. Their speeds frequently enter blastbeat territory, with zero metal, just authentic continental hardcore like the last thirty-five years never happened. The whole thing sounds like it’s on the verge of falling apart and damn, it makes you feel good to be alive.

This is a multi-label release with Kibou (UK), Pike (Sweden), Jan’s Little Hammer (Spain) and Aback Distribuce (Czech Republic). Released 26th February 2021. Available from:

https://kibourecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-bristles-krimt-nk-45-rpm-r-punk-split-ep-3-song-preview-only

https://kibourecords.bigcartel.com/product/the-bristles-krimtank-45-rpm-rapunk-split-ep

THE DOMESTICS & PIZZATRAMP: No Life/This Is Your Life Split LP (Kibou/TNS/Sick World)

PUNK BEHEMOTHS IN ‘CONCEPT THRASH’ SHOCK!


Two of the biggest beasts in British hardcore punk this week revealed their love of progressive rock by releasing a sprawling concept album. Fans were left shaken after hearing the news.

THE DOMESTICS side

According to the ONS (Office for National Statistics), when news broke among the hardcore punk fraternity, requests for talking therapy increased by 0.001%, a figure not seen since 1983. It is thought that the increase then was caused by anarcho punk band SUBHUMANS releasing From The Cradle To The Grave album, the title track of which was almost seventeen minutes long. We take a look at this latest bloated epic, limited copies of which come in a pretentious snow-white vinyl, in direct defiance of the genre’s standard red or black.

These two bands shared last years’ cute Discipline 5″ single. In an exercise in brevity, both bands managed to squeeze three songs in a minute onto their respective sides. By contrast, here they each take on the task of crafting an eleven-plus minute piece.

You’re old enough now son, you really ought to know the score, Life is pain and life is fucking war!

No Life (THE DOMESTICS)
THE DOMESTICS

THE DOMESTICS are up first with an ode to educating ones’ self from the factory floor, only to find that self-doubt and a class inferiority complex conspire to stymie progress at every turn. An astonishing slow burn with discordant strings and tight, rat-a-tat drumming, it soon explodes into the furious DISORDER meets OUT COLD frenzy the band are known for. No Life plays out in compelling style, returning from various forays – misgivings in the spoken interlude, complete with strings, a quickfire, military drum call-and-response section – back to the chorus of “No Loife!” and the overriding riff that underpins the whole piece. The production allows the band space to cut loose, and Bri Doom (1in12) knows this stuff well. Comparisons to SUBHUMANS’ masterpiece From The Cradle To The Grave may be inevitable, chiefly due to that anchoring riff, but this is crucial UK hardcore in 2020. Stunning work.

When Orwell’s finest work is no longer fiction / when Huxley’s A to E comes to fruition / when Atwood’s hangings are commonplace / when the door sign flips to closed and we’ve fucked the place / you maniacs…

This Is Your Life (PIZZATRAMP)
the PIZZATRAMP side

Flip over the heavy duty white vinyl and it’s the turn of PIZZATRAMP to challenge our collective attention spans. Lyrically, This Is Your Life zooms out from the micro of THE DOMESTICS’ individual class crisis, as they take on the ghastly state of the world today. Hinting at 9/11 as a springboard for the shit-chute the world is currently hurtling down, they take on corrupt governments, pollution, apathy, death, famine and war. it is a desperate, beautiful thing to behold. The usually jokey PIZZATRAMP have really had enough, expanding on the sentiment in their earlier song Pollyticks, in which they confront the inescapable reality of the world becoming so fucked, it could no longer be ignored.

It’s startling to hear a band who usually sing about drinking, puking and sweating goths sounding so brutally honest and incensed. After the heavy, churning intro with just a pinch of metal, they’re away with what can only be described as searing thrash. Akin to a heavier STUPIDS, they hold the piece together with returning riffs and variations in pace. On-point gang shouts, siren sounds and a perfectly placed George W Bush Iraq War/Coalition speech up the intensity to almost unbearable levels. The production carries serious heft, their best yet and quite remarkable for a DIY release.

PIZZATRAMP

This release should be a game-changer, at least among the underground punk scene. In the right place at the right time, both from a personal and a political perspective, this is one of the best releases I’ve heard in a long, long time. In these days of choice without end, it’s rare to find something you just want to keep playing until you know the thing inside out that I flip a record over and replay until I know it inside out, particularly in this world of endless choice I just want to keep playing it until I know the thing inside out and that doesn’t happen often in these days of endless choice. Bring the concept-thrash!

OUT NOW!

Order here: https://kibourecords.bigcartel.com/product/the-domestics-pizzatramp-no-life-this-is-your-life-split-12