Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Globsters - Rock and Roll Misery




The intro track is just dancing fiddles, like this is gonna be a Neck or DKM album or something, but nah, this is way deeper weirder shit, and the way the noise rises like a rocket rumble at the end sets the scene for this glorious burst of freeing punk attitude, bouncing from a fuzzy poppy garage-punk thrum to a powerviolence killer and back again. This is a fantastic from a BTMI!-style one man + band where Adam Brewer drags in whoever he can into this little punk universe, making a statement of intent by not intending to make statements, just thrashing in whichever way he feels like on a particular day, screaming with bedlam anguish on Rock and Roll Misery, sneering goofily on Roll You Up and Smoke You, warbling through badtape distortion on Ultimate Beefcake, obliterating the subgenre borderlines, bringing it all together in one melting pot of punk, noise and United Mutation chaos, buzz and song, flail and threat, dirt and Ramones.


Friday, 4 January 2013

Bloody Hammer - Bloody Hammer



Oi!crust! From Australia, featuring people from Kromosom. I have no idea whether this is the best or worst shit ever, sometimes I think both at the same time. It's like a bunch of people into His Hero is Gone discovered Red Alert and went "Wow, that sounds much easier to play! That's something everyone can enjoy!" You know, pretty much what happened with the guy from Tragedy and Criminal Damage, except here the crust origins are a bit clearer, clambering through the pubpunk.  They have a song called Bloody Hammer, and one called Smash Em All because maybe Cock Sparrer's Take 'Em All was too open to interpretation. They have a song called Streetfigther. Which I assumed was a typo but that's how it's spelled on the back cover and on the LP itself. Hard Skin by way of Antischism, Oi! The Aussies. Just big meaty unapologetic brawl music, because calling it fight music feels too ordered, there's no way this stuff soundtracks a rumble with less than eight people. Brick and mortar rock and roll, bellowalong terraceraw Blitz punk, for when you want to drunkenly kick a piece of furniture to pieces.

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Toys That Kill - Fambly 42

Todd Congelliere has been working this vein for a long goddamn time. Fractious pop-punk anthems, that never feel clean while never escaping their inherent irresistible catchiness, and while they may tilt at other genres, Abort Me Mother Earth getting some stop-start Devo feel into its apocalyptic nihilism, Stye opening with a nighttime country sway, they always pull it back to that Fuck Yeah Pop-punk, but behind the hooks, it's a pretty bummed out album, painting pictures of dysfunction on Fambly, stuck in the sulk on I Don't Wanna Be Around, attacking  the notion of positive thinking on I've Been Stabbed calling "Tried to laugh, tried to sing, tried to get along but I dunno this song, I don't know it", closing with the bluegrass-inflected Clap for Alaska that builds up with romantic ballad lines and then blows back into the TTK-sound for the escape and and its convincing repetition of "I know if I come back down they're gonna get me". That's the most that can be offered on this album, not redemption, just recognition of the places we can't go, the places we can't be, the times we're stuck in and hate, snatched out of the air and crammed into this particular Todd C style of punk rock which has been two decades in the making.