FUNGALPUNK - CD REVIEWS Page 28
IT'S HAPPENIN' AGAIN - SMEGMA RECORDS COMPILATION
Fuckin' hell - whoever says reviewing CD's is easy wants to get themselves a backlog of compilations. I love these efforts but man do they test my patience. I am always behind with my reviews (the curse of being so darned particular) and so when these circular tinkers drop through the letterbox it is with both pleasure and pain that I receive them. In truth I could do like I see a lot of reviewers doing and blag the assessment after a couple of spins but Mr PunkRock Conscience says no and that little twat has a helluva lot to answer for. So as per usual 25 tracks are put under the fungal microscope and given the usual treatment.
Mook open with a spasmodic guitar that folds in on itself before breaking free into a exocet rush of fanatical madness. 'Drunk' is indeed an inebriated surge that upchucks a brief fountain of crazed punk puke which gives no pre-warning of the more melodic respite that is 'Five Days To Day' by the Best Of Enemies. There's is still a splatter and clatter approach but the verbal vomit is gagged forth with more dignity. The Candidates move in with comfortable rhythm which then becomes a modernised punk journey that swings towards the lighter end of the scene but is a fairly decent effort with a pick up and join in chorus.
It seems that so early in the review one can expect a diverse array of spiked sounds and the Smegma outpourings were never expected to be anything less. Mapatazi Bob gives a poppy adhesive contribution with '2nd Best Or Less' a song to enjoy but slightly held back by a production that is about 10% short of the finished article. The production of Punktureds' effort, 'Ballad Of Jack' is about 80% off the mark and somehow gets away with it but will no doubt be overlooked by many due to the ensuing clarity and accuracy of Pickled Dicks 'Up And Away'. It's the best song so far and albeit awash with comparisons it is no doubt a solid piece from a band I really should be more up to speed with. Swedish band Targetpoint move in with equally effective flamboyance and the song 'Another Riot' seems to have enough all-encompassing inflection to cross sub-genres and please all and sundry. A nice, neat track and shows plenty of promise of a band who could crack the US nut - worth a thought anyway.
Discordance opens 'War On The Terraces' by Nobodys Heroes' and keeps raising it's disorientating head now again marring a potential solid song. It seems as though the guitar isn't quite refined enough and the grungey grind hinders the whole effort. 'Cider Violence, Cider War' by Valdez is my kind of drinking tune with a grisly mean meat-grinding sound that decries the behaviour of the wankers who can't hold their beverages and end up trashing someone else's night of jollity. A real intense effort as is 'Stuck' by Spit On You. It sounds as though Valdez and Spit On You are one and the same and the grinding noise and throaty vocals work a real treat on both songs. The latter does veer more towards the true hardcore end of the spectrum but has melody enough to appeal to a wider audience.
Veer Luth ask us to 'Look At Him' with a lesson in sinister gothika that vibrates the baroque walls of disturbance with enthralling articulation. It's a groundshaking rumble that is complimented by the similarly infected 'Sour Days' by the Flame Grilled Chinchillas. Less harsh and with a clarity of vocal that dabbles on a too comfortable ground at times but not a bad track at all. The Commies is a bizarre little prod up the arsehole of semi-ska and the song 'Democracy Of Hypocracy' smacks of numerous other similar ditties that I just can't nail. Is it a good song - not bad and takes a bit of getting used to but hey so does drinking sherry and you know how I feel about that! Buzztone have a modern sounding track on their hands which is a busy number that just doesn't know when to stop. Played well, produced well but let off the leash for too long and so takes the edge off slightly.
Just over halfway through and doing quite well with 11 tracks still to go. This is how the fungal CD review backlog builds as these darn compilations take so much effort and time. 2 Sick Monkeys roll in with a typical surge that entwines 4 strings and many skins and comes up with a decent ditty entitled 'One More Second'. Far Cue whip up a tornado with the blisteringly rattling 'Let It Go' and Striking Surface drip rather than pour with the hit and miss 'Frontline Kids'. Some great riffs but a trifle too disjointed. 3 songs from one could be had here, a curse that happens all too often with more technical sounds. Gristle mincing gunge comes via the turbulence of 'Chokeslam' and a song called 'When There's No Room In Hell, The Dead Will Walk The Earth'. The song winds down in metalhead mode and next in are Hacksaw with the lunatic monk-rave of 'Vacuum Cleaners On Fire'. It's a wild spillage of twisted madness that threatens to breakdown in nervous discordance but grips on with bloodied fingertips and survives the critical ear.
6 to go - Second In Line explode, pause, then blaze forth the slightly unstuck 'Joani Loves Chachi' although a streak of musical malevolence does carry the song through the turbulent battlefield and so a full blown slaughter of sonic life is avoided. Captain Smash enthuse in punk-rap-esque style with the song 'Ruins'. Not totally focused and seemingly unsure of itself it emerges from the rubble just about in tact. Zeroscape offer 'Until Death Do Us' and ditto springs to mind as regards this and the previous track. Very new-skool and with metalised glints that detract rather than attract. The power is there and the skank unexpected but too much in one's punk pocket to deem comfy. This City Sleeps offer almost 8 minutes of sheer torment with the poor 'Storm Drain Symphonies'. A real mistake in the fact that it is way too long and too dreary for a compilation of this ilk, however some will surely disagree. I know there ain't no rules to music and fully applaud the touch but this really is a style I hate with a passion. This doesn't mean the band can't play and it's a piece of utter shit - no - it just isn't for me and that's all I can judge the song upon. Apologies! Moving on and The Panic weigh in with 'Clockwork' a song staying in theme with most of the latter end efforts and inspiration is left flaccid with this curiosity and all it's twists and turns. Ok but no golden monkey and so we end with The Dangerfields and 'Rock Club'. Metal all punked up and a winning end to a CD desperately nose-diving into the mountains of indifference. The song grooves and moves and is a great final firework in a mixed bag of sizzlers and fizzlers.
A lot to go at here and a whole array I could personally take or leave. Not the best compilation around and you can decide to check it out if you want. This tested my patience and towards the end I was struggling - this fuckin' reviewing lark is a real trial at times. As with all compilations there will be a few choice finds but for me there have been less than usual - well I gotta be fuckin' honest ain't I?
ILL FATED RIOT - PIRATES EP
A darn good fuckin' band! That's what we have here and an outfit who have a wonderful turn of tune that is awash with cultured overtones, classy delivery and quality composition. Both live and on CD Ill Fated Riot never fail to impress and the bonus for the scene is that these are a great bunch of approachable geezers who don't mind getting their hands dirty for the cause. Now that's my kind of band. We have 6 tracks here that backs up my belief in this lot and although about 20% short of the powerhouse production they so desire anyone with an ounce of punk insight will recognise this as the very life source of the scene as well as being the bread and butter that holds us all together. It's a fuckin' excellent 6 track cut and the years ahead promise much.
DOWN THE DRAIN/GIMP FIST - SPLIT SINGLE
The familiar and not so familiar join forces here to offer a 4 track split CD that traditionalist skins and punks will lap up with relish. All tracks are played with practiced efficiency and are true working class songs that are as polished as your ox-bloods and as bristly as your bonces. Cobblestone cacophony drenched in equal measures of pride and disgruntlement thus displaying Oi music has more depth than given credit for.
Down the Drain open the showcase with 'Til The Day I Die', a drilling orthodox grind that hits the mark and impacts with dogged basic rhythm rather than flash-Harry unnecessaries. The chorus and verse match one another ideally and the song sets a fair standard on which to build.
Gimp Fist follow next with the excellent 'Skinhead Not Bonehead', and as per usual these lads produce a passionate piece of streetpunk that has many layers yet stays so simplistically appealing. The vocals are as good as it gets and when scaffolded with such steel-edged musicianship as this you just get the feeling that this crew are a cut above. It seems no sooner has my awestruck jaw hit the ground due to the skill of Gimp Fist then there is another equally effective ditty coming my way. Stunner after stunner - remarkable!
The second helping from Down the Drain needs to be darn good to compete in this kind of exemplary company and it is just as well that 'We Are Down The Drain' is a fuckin' good effort. A similar aspect to their first offering is had in so much as it is a headlong fully focussed song. Here though the throat is torn deeper and the guitars fuzzed up a little dirtier and the passion more than obvious. Cracking cemented melody and from first to last the anger is apparent.
So 3 tracks and 3 crackers but the finale is truly astounding. An entire change of pace, an utter u-turn in rhythm but 'A Country Fit For Heroes' blazes passion and splits at the seams with musical accomplishment. A reggae infected song oozing class and sneaky skill these boys know how to compose. The grand flag flying entrance is met with sweet guitar before the mellow edged cruise kicks in with laid back expertise. The song untwines and is just one helluva a classic. Why the fuck are punks looking over their shoulders when the horizon burns with flaming talent such as this. Comparisons will be drawn here but for me it's pointless as this is way ahead of its predecessors. Make no doubt about it Gimp Fist are a great band and are releasing quality CD after quality CD. Don't let these piss attitude times lull you into thinking anything less - time and place account for a lot and this band could mix it in any era.
So yeah I'm impressed - not only do Gimp Fist maintain their exceptional standards but drag another band into the mix who are packed with promise and who I must investigate further. This CD will be released in the new year on vinyl only - do yourself a favour - buy a fuckin' record player!
SOUNDS OF SWAMI - VENT
Bold, brash and with a pocketful of blitzing tangents the Sounds of Swami machine keeps the listener on his aural toes and has many a trick up the acoustic sleeve with orthodox harmony and stereotypical rhythm thrown out of the window. In the 'live' arena SOS are a hectic, whizzed up four piece who daze and amaze with their technical skill and water-tight delivery. On CD the appeal may be more divisive with a take it or leave it fracture becoming apparent. One thing for sure though is that Sounds of Swami are the real deal and I for one am taken aback by the blatant talent of this very effective crew.
This CD swaps and changes at the drop of a hat and you have to spin over and over again to truly analyse all areas and even then at no point is one sure that all is captured and appraised. This tests the reviewers insight but all one can do is write what one feels.
'The Lions Share' dramatically revs up and is straight into full throttle with gear shifts aplenty. All musicians are as one whilst delivering the soundblast this band are so renowned for. Experience as shown me that here we have a four piece of amazing talent and although the structure is sometimes awkward there is no room to take breath as one assault after another is upon you. This is a granite grind that furiously explodes over and over with crazed angst that is always kept under control no matter how unhinged the whole delivery gets. Even though the song careens all over the sonic highway you know the speedlimit is pushed and the destination is always in sight. Rammed with riffs and plundering drumbeats the whole cacophony moulds into one and gives us a winning start. 'Political Politeness' holds more on to a straighter journey with structure more at the fore of things than other tracks. It wanders but not far and the apocalyptic desolation left in the wake of the all consuming mayhem is apparent. Lyrically the anti-bigotry works albeit slightly confused within its own message. The zenith attained so adventurously so far is maintained as almost immediately the pronouncing rattles and riffs of 'Identity Crisis' clatter forth and the turbulent tackle of supersonic seizures hits us hard.
The keen vocals hold weight and although screamed with utmost gusto still retain coherence (especially when reading the lyric sheet ha, ha). The chopping thrash suddenly halts as we are overwhelmed with the biting commands of 'Suck, Feed, Bitch, Repeat'. Profound stuff indeed bordering on the cryptic but the chant to recognise individuality seeps through and yeah a song that is strong is had.
Suddenly I come to a crossroads as Tracks 4 and 5 put my attention to trial as they are by far the most elusive songs on the disc. 'Glassroots' begins with a ballad intent but soon turns tail and adopts the SOS signature sound of ultra busy, buzzing action now all too familiar. This kind of music is no easy-listening and when not in the mood can annoyingly grate rather than gratify. Nonetheless it is played well and if this is your chosen listening matter then you are in for a treat. 'Bank' is similar again and too busy for my now flustered head. There is so much going on and this is the only real criticism I have of this fascinating outfit. The talent is abundant, the application and dedication quite precocious but this overly intricate and technical delivery will divide crowds. 'Live' it works better than on disc and this is I suppose down to the fact that visuals do enhance the vibes. A personal viewpoint which some will agree with and some will vehemently oppose, but definitely worthy of mention.
If you like chancing your arm with new sounds and tricky dicky tuneage (which I recommend you should) then this is worth picking up. Sounds of Swami are a band to check out live too as I am sure they will impressed rather than depress as it really is a 100% outpouring bursting with youthful passion.
There are two demos added on the end of this CD with 'S.I.T.A.R' holding much potential and 'Tension Seekers' seemingly destined to be more of the same. Great band, great noise but very much an acquired taste.
BERKELEY DREAM - POWER 90 RECORDS COMPILATION
Modern day surf and skate punkage from Italian label Power 90 Records. With language barriers, diversity of sounds and 25 fuckin' tracks to get through here we have another testing compilation to plough through and review. When I am writing freely there is nothing finer with which to bung up the ink stained sewer than a tough old compilation. With literary laxatives swallowed, the ringpiece is relaxed and hopefully the verbal logs will tumble. Quick squeeze, clench and...
The excellent Chromosomes get things flowing with the superbly optimistic '(Voglio vivere) Come mi pare' which roughly translates to '(I Want To Live) As I think'. Nice sentiments and a nice song that enthuses with good vibrations and an efficiently joyous ambience. Skipping by on light heels of melody this summertime tune captures the attention and is the only way to commence a CD of this style. Duff follow on smartly with the grand proclamation of 'Don't Call Me Emo'. A hard-driven drum beat grinds this track along a hard road of swift guitar playing and clear vocal output. The track is elusive at first but eventually brings the listener in with it's accomplished finish and likeable sonics. It works well and the slight alteration in approach by 7 Years and the clean cut 'Your Salvation' is tidily slipped in and gives us a solid hat-trick of sounds with which to start this 25 track marathon.
A few of these bands are new to me which I think is a good thing indeed and I always relish the opportunity to tackle the assessment of new sonic material. So far so good and NKKD's offering of 'Abduction' keeping the standard high although this one is less punky and more orchestrated in its effect thus forcing me to listen more than usual. I like it though and the mix is strong with a healthy backbone of noise providing sturdy structure for the vocals to shine from. In fact the chorus builds in stature with each listen and certain intricacies are missed on initial listens if one isn't careful.
The Brilli slow down proceedings with 'La vera storia di M.A.' a real/true story that loses me as I can't speak Italian (bah) but still is a decent effort despite the pace and delivery being nothing I would venture forth for. The Eggs speed things up oh so slightly with 'Useless' which is a veritable clean-cut pop song that captures all the commercial aspects of one of punks extremes and keeps it squeaky clean throughout. The good thing is that it evades the technical nonsense that can mar tracks like this and keeps tricks fairly simple thus making it laid-back listening. It does go on a tad too long though and so dilutes its final effect whereas The Rags and their feisty 'L' istinto di rivolta' (Instinct of Revolt I think) times things just right and is one of the more powerful tracks so far. With a deeper resonance it is a welcome mood change and almost similar in sensation as is 'L' attimo inafferabile' by Deviazione. Again a song too long and Wasted's minute less 'Lost In Your Eyes' is getting back to the terser side of things that I prefer although 3 minutes plus could still do with a bit shaven off. A solid track that is now of a similar vein to so many others on this CD and so in some respects will lose attention which is the major flaw of this entire outpouring. Such is the hazard of compilation construction one doesn't know whether to mix and match or stick to one sub-genre and try and vary the flavours. The compilations I have put together have always adopted the former approach but still I question my decisions even though I am pleased with the end result - the curse of the compiler and all I can do is assess individual tracks and how they look within the final melee of music.
The Hypnoslugs carry a mild psychobilly inflection and get the attention with the futuristic 'Supersonic Ladies'. Not bad and one of those that hangs onto the periphery of punk, in constant danger of a different classification. Further checks of this crew I have no doubt could disappoint or impress with equal effect but I will be snooping around their sites to see what is on offer. Fankaz spill chaos with the discordant 'L'Acchiappasogni' that seems indecisive as to what it wants to be and Dead Sundays remain tame despite a start that holds much promise. I don't know where 'Lets God' slips up but it does seem to lose focus at some point and never gets back on line. It does give a glimpse of a band worth checking though and that in part is the task of contributing a track to a compilation.
10 tracks to go and it seems I have been working on this review for ages. Rollercoaster may have 'Wicked Words' but this is another track that lacks punky angst and urgency. Ok, Ok maybe that's not the point but the point is that this is what I prefer and the song here isn't my style of listening. It is easy and mellow but not for me. This whole CD adopts an approach that is just a different mode of punk that is really hit and miss with my loaded lugs. Ordinary Discussions fail to rouse with 'Your Silence' and Made Special For are a little too lightweight for this old critic although 'Punky Strike' does improve with each rotation and proves that reviews can be indeed transient and only a personal perspective.
Quarantena chop in with 'Normaimente eccezionale' at alternating levels and escapes as a scuttling piece that is typical of this style, Kane HC 'Cosa e' successo miss Berger' tumble power and poppy vocals into the melodic mixing machine and come out with a multicoloured effort and the Killdaddies impress with a crustier than usual offering that barks by the name of 'My Dog'. A flying saucer attack seems imminent as the strange spacey echoing that commences the lunatic madness of 'That's Why' by That's Why Hardcore seems borne of planets beyond. The crazed madness that follows is straight from the interplanetry vaults of extra-terrestrial hardcore and works tremendously. A very exciting snatch of laser-light zeal and a good, if unexpected, inclusion.
The final trio are composed of No Way Out and the melodically regular 'Drain The Soul', Langolieri and the classy speedburst of 'Perdenti' and Amn3sia with the hurtling 'Fashion al rogo'. It's a decent closure to a CD that ain't bad but does stay too similar throughout to maintain interest. This review has been a long time coming primarily due to this criticism and the fact that a lot of tracks are adequately played and produced but fail to leave an indelible mark.
This is a style that caters for a certain crowd but I would still risk a few quid on a similar CD just to get to grips with some new listening matter that always results in one or two pleasant surprises. For crying out loud there are 25 tracks here and surely that is worth a gamble by anyone.
FREEDOM FACTION - WE PRESENT YOU WITH THESE
Freedom Faction are a new band on the block but with a wealth of musical knowledge and insight. This is nowhere more apparent than when you spin this choice 5 track debut. The moods and modes are subtle with many a retro flashback summoned via a noise of nostalgic essence and thankfully modern application. The entire quintet is quality and the only gripe I can find is that the bloody track listing on the back is wrong - pedantic but true and hardly worth mentioning - but I did - what a twat! Anyway this insignificant blemish doesn't detract from a bloody excellent outpouring that hits all the right punking nerves.
'Vive La Punk' is tributary tuneage incarnate. Swaying nonchalantly on a carousel of confidence, severed with a skanky seizure, and continuing with perfect precision this is a great way to round of a very good CD. Faultless in fact and if they hang on to the release date we have a few very early contenders for song of the year.
MAFAFI - WHY PAY TO EXIST...
Absolutely 100% noise here as Perth Hardcore crew Mafafi rifle their way through the drawers of melody and leave one helluva cacophonic mess. This is a nasty bag of mayhem that will leave some shaking their heads in bewilderment and some gagging for more. For me, Mafafi do what they do well and in the flesh they don't half rock the joint. Their first offering was, as per usual, completely DIY and this is more of the same with a few corrections added to the first embryonic blitz. There are no holds barred with Mafafi - just one long illegal headlock of venom and visciousness until your spirit breaks.
DEADLAMB RECORDS - COMPILATION 3
Deadlamb Records are Ireland’s ultimate underdog label and sponsors of the Spit and Sawdust Tour and so get a fungal thumbs up for everything they do for this precious scene. They have a fire in their bellies and they wanna make a difference - not a bad ethos is it? They love their punk music and these CD's reflect that as well as showing their sense of melodic adventure in the fact that they are not afraid to mix and match noises from here, there and everywhere. The buggers send me these CD's to review and it does put me in a position. What if they are crap? How do you say to your own sponsors who you admire for all they do that their latest CD is shite. Luckily they know me and expect the truth and I am sure appreciate my honesty and critical evaluations - I bloody well hope so ha, ha. Anyway here goes another venture into the Deadlamb Records discography this time with a compilation of 21 tracks with, as per usual, many tastes catered for and all punk needs pleased.
With the previous 2 efforts I have noted that without several spins the CD's could very well easily be misjudged and classed as mundane, mediocre offerings with no adhesive qualities whatsoever. Like all good things, time enhances the beauty and that is again the theme with this very decent product. Mutiny hail from South Africa and get the ball rolling with an abrasive slam entitled 'Politician Bastards'. This is a solid commencement and despite the corrosive sonics there is enough funky guitar to make this a pleasing opener. The frontmans gob is hungry and thirsts for impact and for me seems satisfied on both counts. Danish band the Mighty Midgets offer similar pace but with a new school inflection and so have a chance of appealing to the young and old with the urgent 'Guilty Until Proven Innocent'. A firm track that hotfoots it to the finish line with tireless gusto and accomplished accuracy. Canada's Glamorous Maggots have essences of screwball punkology reminiscent of quirky US bands with an inkling to be zany. The opening drums and tinkling guitar of 'Ego's And Arrogance' do not forewarn of the ensuing noise and it really is a bizarre little offering. Similar to a few Alternative Tentacles outputs and a curio indeed to mull over, enjoy, debate and then reconsider. Do I like it or do I loathe it - well certainly not the latter so an uncertain nod goes the songs way.
Nomatrix offer their usual punky edge and are a band I do like. They have a diversity of delivery and are instantly recognisable, 2 qualities that count. There is a sneering edge to the vocals which appeals and this is a fair song. There is a swagger to the Nomatrix sound as well as an unsettled tetchiness thus creating further depths of interest - always a good addition to any compilation. California Redemption ask us to 'Screw' and is a modernised melody that despite being turbo-fuelled does seem to lack a complete adhesiveness and is one you have to play over and over again to get to grips with. It's gotta be played loud to have any impact and occasionally gets the head a little too far down and stays overly focused. Flat Back Four however 'Burn The Flag' with their renowned vigour and excellently delivered brilliance and once fully kicked-in the songs burns very brightly indeed. Los Langeros is the freak of the family with an insane sounding barnyard cluck-up called 'Killing Frogs'. It is pure idiocy and raps and craps along with a taut-stringed intercut that irritates the most tetchy of nerves. It is still listenable but occasionally it does send one fuckin' bananas with its waspy drone and hillbilly vocals. The Arguments sound completely revamped here and regardless of the hit and miss opening that seems under-produced the song operates well with a nice chorus that immediately catches the ear. 'Bomb Drop' thrives because the vocals are delivered with passion and so helps the muffled instrumentation that, if better produced, could have made a real stunner. The 'Last Round' is served up via Swivelfoot and is a right good old knees up that I personally rate. A drunken slur seems apparent and the song foams with effervescent belief and some accomplished musicianship that appeals by the pintful.
Lucien and 'Freechild' is a rockin' piece of glam and one of the bands better efforts, Batteries Not Included bop and bang with a real good effort known as 'Before The Flame Dies' and Koncept bulldoze all in their path and deliver a track that is indeed 'Cuckoo' with rage. One thing to add at this point is the very fine example that this CD is of containing a wide diversity of tracks that need to be tasted individually rather than trying to assess as one whole product. The package itself can appear disjointed and thus the final assessment is very unworthy of the quality. Having reviewed many compilations I have learned that each one needs it's own analytical approach and this one is a definite sample of that methodology. Compilations with more familiar bands have, if one isn't careful, the advantage of making a greater initial impact and so sway judgement - luckily I have an underdog sniffing streak and that I hope comes across in my scribblings. No sway, no way - just as fair as I can be with what's rammed down my earholes.
Derkovbois swing in with the previously unreleased 'Papp Laci' which has an opening sequence that doesn't reflect how the song eventually finishes but nonetheless is a decent output and steps nicely on board 'The Last Bus' by Semi Komoly. This song hints at skank, trifles with punk and gentle merges melodies and triumphs on all fronts. This lot are quite a Deadlamb favourite and on the back of this song it is no wonder why. The angst is restrained but apparent enough and the overall musical backdrop sweet enough without being sickly. Another previously unreleased track next called 'Countdown' by yank red lighters 'Haywire'. Hectic and just staying on the right side of coherence this is solid enough and has a good bass undercurrent that pads out the finished sound. It does seem to jerk and stutter occasionally which affects the end output but it gets by...just!
The Liberals from Malaysia mix nastiness and rusted inflection with typical punk passion as they burst lungs with 'Don't Need Your Revolution'. This shows just how far the Deadlamb arms are reaching to bring the ignorant some worldwide punkology - I for one appreciate it. It is all good stuff and the next band sound like a Spanish Cocksparrer in some respects as well as your usual overseas new style band. 'Vondonikens' deliver a likeable effort that has a chorus that is very familiar indeed - or am I mistaken? First Time Riot are taut to the extremes with class and quality and this is a very good song and reflects one of those UK underdog fuckers that is wasted on punters in these pathetic shores. 'Meminisse Sed Providere' is exact and cruises with punky edge and individuality - lovely! The Bullet Kings next and I am a genuine fan of this band but this is their worst song to date - I hate it. It never really gets going and the tune just grates and grates - sorry lads but the worst song of the CD and that’s fungally official. There goes my fan club membership but I hope they realise I still believe in the BK crew. Loads will disagree with these comments but come on I gotta be truthful now!
Von Boom from Sweden present us with the penultimate track entitled 'Annu En Dag', a frustrated seizure that never quite blacks out but just stays too shackled thus limiting a full all-out blitz. Not bad but the finale is impeccable as Oi noise merchants Mouthguard impress us from down under with the boozing 'Drink All Night'. A straightforward shindig and a fitting conclusion to a solid CD that gives a taste of many obscure modes of punk rock.
Deadlamb continue to plod in the murky depths where the underdog tries to swim and for me it is labels like this that we owe untold thanks to. They awake and feed our curiosity and help spread the message all over the fuckin' world. Compiling compilations is a hard task and the rewards can be frustratingly non-existent in as far as finances go but to know you are doing your bit and trying to get bands exposure is reward enough especially when it is of this standard. Like I said earlier don't judge this on one or two spins - settle into the music and then truly enjoy!
JOEY TERRIFYING - THE FIRST DEMO
A bit of scottish skank here from a band who like to mix it up a bit and throw a few added and completely unexpected tangents into the final brew. Hardcore nibbles the fringe of the melody and the whole concoction is pockmarked with pimply punk excrescences. The sonics teeter on the cusp of the chaotic abyss yet refrain from a headlong plunge and stand tall against the defiant breeze of imbalance.
THE EXPOSED - REBEL CITY ROCKERS
You can make your own comparisons with this 4 track ditty and I suspect they will be more than a little obvious. Although a United Kingdom outfit the sound is most definitely stateside and with a distinct Hellcat Records feel it is no wonder that they are doing alright for themselves in such a short space of time. Indication one suggests of the unjustifiable fascination with all things yankee wanky, much to the cost of our British and of course, superior scene. This however should in no way detract from the good stuff the new breed of punk’s blast out and so the following review will be taken from the usual fungalised neutral stand point.