Labels: Jealous Records
Review by: Alex Deller
Anyone who’s put their head around the door at any one of our stinking capital’s charmless music venues over the past year or so may well have caught Bullet Union schlepping their way around town and forcing their jagged wares into the ears of anyone looking like they might have a half-decent record collection. This is the result, and it seems like their time has been more than well spent as they offer up nine sparkling tracks caught somewhere between the ragged glory of vintage Unwound and the pull-no-punches gusto of Hot Snakes, nailing their sound down hard and fast with a determination stemming from true devotion to the rock n’ roll cause. The arty cred and finger-spraining jazziness are all on display, but more importantly is the ability to take these things and make them rock, wasting no time with self-congratulatory cleverness and going straight for the gut with every three minute blast. Sharp, smart and very fucking cool, if there was any sort of justice in the often spineless world of indie rock then Bullet Union would be there at the forefront, wielding a fiery sword and separating the dreary pretenders from their empty heads. Here’s hoping, eh?