Labels: Black Box
Review by: Kunal Nandi
From out the bowels of New York Shitty comes this mighty slab of degenerate punk fucking rock. I got similar pent-up aggressive vibes off this as I did from the last Cold Sweat and album, so we’re already in 4 K’s out of 5 territory. Defcon 4 are however (dare I say it) more fun, with the constituent members clearly having listened to much more than a bunch of old hardcore records what with all the stuff that’s jammed down the throat of all that good hard Black Flag worship. The guitar lines in particular remind me of Dead And Gone, all scratchy and acid-fried, getting a bit psychedelic at times without losing any of that AmRep punch. So, it’s punk, but not as we know it Captain.