Basement Benders – Shrapnel Songs (Dead Broke Rekerds, 2018)

It’s crazy that it’s almost exactly three years since the last Basement Benders joint, Lydiad dropped via No Idea Records. So much seems to have happened since then. I’ve spawned progeny, and I’m about to move cities once again. Everything in between feels like a blur. Anyways, I opted Lydiad into my top LPs of 2015 back in the early days of this blog.

With that in mind, I was obviously looking forward to giving Shrapnel Songs a blast. I suppose for the benefit of most of the current readership, who didn’t read these hallowed pages back then, I’ll introduce Basement Benders as hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee (home or destination of the famous choo-choo). Their ranks are made up from members of the likes of Future Virgins, This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb, Jack Palance Band, Black Rainbow and Hidden Spots. They play scrappy punk rock with a folky kinda edge.

Initially I was thinking that this record was a bit of a departure from the previous joint, but the more I listen, the more it feels like it isn’t. I suppose I’d likened Lydiad to the first Against Me! LP meets the Moldy Peaches and Off With Their Heads, and yeah, I do kinda get that feel here too. There’s something about the male vocal here that puts me in mind of Tim Armstrong slurring and muttering his way through some of the better moments (although they are limited) of the Rancid back catalogue, and a healthy dose of AJJ.

Where the previous joint filled my head with mental images of aching bitterness and overly self-conscious social awkwardness, this time out it’s further embellished by an almost palpable sense of “professional alcoholism”. If this lot lived in the UK, I’d definitely expect them to be in the local branch of JD Wetherspoon when it opens its doors at 8am, staring hopelessly into the depths of a half-empty pint glass. No doubt I’ll feel like a total idiot when one of the band pipes up and says “actually, we’ve all been straight edge for at least 28 years” or something. But, you know, I reserve the right to pointlessly prattle, on mate. Whatever they do or don’t get up to in terms of their drinking habits, it’s clearly made for a banger of a record.

Tony of Nurgle rating 9/10

Check it for yourself on the bandcamp player below:

You can get this on vinyl LP (first 100 on banana yellow) from Dead Broke Rekerds

Tony of Nurgle is a true child of the North, currently living in exile in Croydon, South East London. He used to co-run a specialist record store in Manchester (Roadkill Records), and also spent a couple of years as a promoter, and put on shows for the likes of Leatherface, the Loved Ones, Lucero, Minus The Bear, These Arms Are Snakes, Spy vs Spy, Latterman etc. He also spent several years DJing at shady rock clubs in Manchester, and started the infamous Thursday night "punk room" at Jilly's Rockworld. Also responsible for Middle Finger Response, and collaborated with a couple of friends on a monthly night called Refuse to Lose, which will still occasionally reunite the original DJ line-up - hopefully in the not too distant future. Apart from that, it's all bitterness and a jaundiced view of human nature, rarely skateboarding, often reading books with maps in the front.

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