Man from the minute I put the needle down on the wax I knew I was in for a delicious treat. The intro song on this slab is totally boss and makes me think a little about the CRO-MAGS…hard and heavy (but with raw as hell production). The rest of the EP might not have you thinking of the Mags so much, because the vox are so goddamned harsh…I love it! Also the music can be pretty blazing.
A couple of their tunes have some of the catchiest mosh parts I’ve heard in a while. You can catch the influence of some old Boston in those parts.
These guys are from Denver, Colorado which seems to have a thriving HC scene these days. At any rate, this totally reminds me of some of the cool stuff that was happening in the 90s (that tended to be more on crustier side of things) meets LIFE’S BLOOD, but with a hesher screaming for them instead of O’Toole. Hearing this was refreshing for this old fuck. (NW)
Six scorchers on this slab to debut this Richmond, Virginia bands first release on vinyl. Some might be familiar with their demo that was released by Bobby over at Vinyl Conflict earlier in the year. The recording on this EP is a little better in my opinion (has more low end in the mix). If I were a RVA band I’d be heading over to ID Zone to have those boys record my band for sure.
UNDER ATTACK is comprised of local RVA dudes and long time hardcore lifers. Yup, members and ex members of MUNICIPAL WASTE, SUPPRESSION, LIMP WRIST, EUCHARIST, HUMAN REMAINS, DISCORDANCE AXIS, DEATHSQUAD, etc. You know this is going to be heavy…
It’s hard to not take notice of the throwback crusty writing style that was so prevalent in the 90s hardcore scene in this band’s music. Everything about this screams of what was going on around 1995-99…..that is except for the lyrics. Alex Copeland is not writing about the typical political “I hate the pigs” , “Fuck Trump” stuff that we are all so familiar with. Instead, Alex is writing personal lyrics about pain and suffering (no its not emo).
This gets me primed and excited to hear the next release they have coming out which is a split 7” with SEEIN RED.
Through The Blade comes with a digital download, some stellar artwork and blood red vinyl. A cool release, by cool people all around.
Obedience are back with a full length of ripping hardcore punk that does not waste a second getting down to business. From the opener “Abuse of Power” to the closer “Divide” it’s a relentless ride the whole way through with zero detours. Pedal the the metal! Get on or get mowed over. The songs are as catchy as they speedy, which is no easy feat. Check out “Snake Oil” and “Wall Me In” (a song that sticks in your head for days) for a couple of very good examples. Catchy doesn’t always mean tepid pop punk. “Empty Words” is blazing full on number that can slow the tempo down in a flash and lose none of the intensity set up by the main hammering pace, and Dave Ackerman’s vocals have this gnarled and strained quality about them that effectively conveys the urgency of the moment. I’m also hearing some Tony Erba influences in the delivery. “I Won’t” is wound up and white hot frantic that somehow manages to stay focused on the mission of crushing your head with sonic force. That short guitar solo from Kevin Alexander pushes it over into the roiling chaos that swirls around it. There’s also a good dose of East Coast influences with breakdowns throughout the record, giving the music more power and more impact to the fast full on assaults. Band personnel consist of folks from Tear It Up, Concrete Elite, Severed Head of State, Criaturas, Breakout, and Signal Lost, but don’t come into this expecting to hear snippets of those bands. Obedience is its own beast, seamlessly melding the past with the present, and creating something that doesn’t need to rely on past endeavors. Get with the times, and get this. (MA)
Jackal (current hardcore band from Florida, not to be confused with the chainsaw wielding rock from the 1990s) don’t mess around! They come out with both barrels blazing and do not let up until the very end. Their sound is heavily influenced by the early 1980s USHC bands like White Cross as well as some of the East Coast bands of that era for extra punch. It helps to have a breakdown thrown in to alleviate the sonic pummeling they deal out. The guitar has a thick sound, while the drums have a rumbling style that gives everything a solid base, and hints at the chaos roiling underneath. Lyrically, they vent their frustrations with life, and fighting, and fighting. There’s no pretense here. My one and only complaint with this record is it’s only four songs and I want to hear more. First world problems (currently)…. (MA)
I have to start this review with a few clarifiers:
· I purchased all 3 versions of this 7in (see pic).
· If you are a fan of hardcore, then you should grab this.
· Split records, for good or bad, are a contest of which side is better.
· Sorry to anyone in Piece of Mind but…well…you were outgunned.
I file my split LPs, 10ins, 7ins at the end of the alphabet but I’ve found I’m in the minority. I was in NJ this past week visiting some pals and the consensus was that any split is filed alphabetically by the band you like better. An example being that the Faith/Void split rarely sees the F section of a record collection (FYI, mine would be in the F section so that may automatically go to the credibility of this review).
With that, had this just been a Piece of Mind (PoM going forward) record review I would have gone bananas for it. They are very competent and hit all the right marks to make me throw a fist in the air while sitting in my chair reading along to their lyrics. But here’s the thing, the folks in Miracle Drug (MD going forward) have each been in bands and playing and recording since the mid ‘90s (C.R.,Mouthpiece, Supertouch, By The Grace Of God, Enkindle, Mouthpiece and on and on and fucking on… uhh, an exhausting amount of stuff). And, if I’m any good at math at all, that’s around 300 years of combined experience. Furthermore, with over a century’s worth of experience, MD have a “fuck you(ness)” about them that only comes with that. I’m not talking about the “fuck you” of being in a band in your 20s where you pretend that shit rolls off your back but if there is one missed note at a show, the entire band sends a palpable wave of embarrassment over the crowd. And then a band meeting ensues where an entire hour is spent saying things like “we gotta get tight before our next show”. The “fuck you” I’m talking about comes from adulthood. I imagine that if MD messed up a song at a show it would be an exchange of smiles among the band and their band meeting, if they even would have one, would be them giving each other shit and bustin’ chops. Also, as far as Hardcore goes, I’d be surprised if these guys listened to a lot of hardcore at all these days. I’d put money on that a few of these fellas dig Steely Dan as well as Black Sabbath. There are a couple changes that took me by surprise and pulled me in. Who knows, they might also all be assholes.
In the end, this is a great record with two great bands but maybe not the greatest combination. It wasn’t a chocolate and peanut butter tasty combo, but it wasn’t a toothpaste and orange juice one either. Maybe it was milk and Pepsi, complementing but not peer to peer. However, I did do this. I ordered the PoM demos and recent cassette to check out and maybe review. Look, PoM were just outgunned on this release and I bet they’d agree. Regardless, go grab one before they are gone. I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed. (JD)
I must admit that when I heard about this movie I had very little faith that a Agnostic Front Showtime documentary could be any good. I went into this thinking… oh lord this is gonna suck balls. In my opinion suck it did NOT. I thoroughly enjoyed it, so much so that I watched it again when my buddy Devon was in town for a visit.
I grew up loving AF, and was lucky to see them many times in the 1980’s. I’m 100% behind the first three LPs (yup even Cause For Alarm), and the live at CB’s record.
This documentary sort of breaks things down by going between chillin’ with Vinnie Stigma (on a roof with pigeons, in his apt, on the streets of NYC, and in a church). The camera will then hang with Roger Miret in his home in Arizona, working on old cars, going to the doctors, playing with his kids, and hanging with his wife & mom. It was interesting to hear stories from both these NYHC legends about their upbringing, their families and their lives in general.
There is enough old footage of the band to make the movie exciting and keep it real for folks like myself. Of course there is new footage as well (which I’m really not a fan of), but it keeps things relevant and current.
Things take a turn toward the end and get dark/depressing with much talk of Rogers medical ailments.
At any rate the only negative things I have to say about this documentary are that by the end it starts feeling long (not in a “fucking end this already” sort of way). Its only an hour and a half long, but feels longer. Also I really would have loved to hear much more from some ex members of the band, along with some NYHC legends that were around in the early days. Fuck this archive footage bullshit. (NW)