Labels: coaxt
Review by: Alex Deller
I even forget the year. One of many stuck in a cycle of worthless six-day weeks for a handful of beans. Getting up at four-thirty in the morning and walking a shade under five miles to get to some factory in the middle of nowhere. Some kid makes me a tape and it comes in the post one day, and on there, along with much other greatness, is the End of the Century Party LP. A thrown-together, slapdash mess of bitter, spastic hardcore that sounded like nothing I’d ever heard. The guitars made no sense. The vocals are the yelps of someone who hates a great many fucking things but still finds some sort of bleak humour in it all. The bass rumbles and roams, and the drums clatter like saucepans falling from a shelf. The thing is absolutely incredible, and though there must’ve been seventy-five more minutes of music on that tape, this was what I was spinning over and over on my walk too and from work, day after day after pointless fucking day. The rest is a shitty tale of however many years pissed away, and yeah, while I bought all these records and those records, learned my history and could, nowadays, tell you if you really wanted to know that maybe this sound came from the mutant genefucking of bands like Assfactor and Mohinder with the whole Gravity records thing tossed in, it won’t do justice to this band, what they mean to me and how these thirty-three songs still steal my breath and make me want to lay waste to every single goddamn thing that ever got in my way or got me down. That’s a pretty powerful feeling to be getting from some tiny dead band, but there we go. That’s just my take on them. Maybe you’ll check this out and it won’t mean a thing to you. Maybe you won’t bother at all. Or maybe you’ll fall head over heels for them and they’ll help you through whatever it is as well.