Labels: allergic to fun
Review by: Andy Malcolm
This seven will certainly not be for everyone, but if you are the kind of sap who gets their kicks to violent emo bands making an horrendously lo-fi racket whilst pillaging some of the best bits of Makara and Neil Perry then this multiply tracked seven inch ought to find it’s way to your home. Straight No Chaser bludgeon. This harks back to a time when screamo bands actually had their roots in hardcore. Each song is a flailing mass of chaotic lunacy. Right in there on track three they just have some guy kicking in a piano before it sails into this vacuum of squealing guitars and out of breath dudes hollering. If this band plays shows that last longer than this seven inch then they are a bunch of fucking frauds if you ask me. Last song on the a-side is an elongated break down, the bit where they lean over the amps and take deep breaths, and the drummer mops his brow with his flannel shirt that he took off after the first song. The 5 guys watching turn to each other and shake their heads and take a quick sip of beer, waiting for the next song. In this non-show environment we have to flip the vinyl. Then everyone is going fucking mental again. Side B is actually better, two songs that have room to take shape instead of the 3 intense burn outs on the flip. It cascades through a mess of ludicrous guitar and screaming to the end of the side. Play this to most people and they will tell you there is fuck all going on here, but to the connoisseur, to the person who has everything on Witching Hour, to the person who can make sense of Combatwoundedveteran, this 7″ is nigh on perfect. It feels so long since I heard a band even try this. Straight No Chaser nail it. This is only not given the recommended badge as seriously, only 3 people reading this want to hear this kind of shit in 2010. If you are one of those three people this is so beyond essential that you should probably consider killing your first born to acquire a copy.