Alright then. These lot are from London and Oxford and are billed as playing an unconventional brand of hardcore punk. Colour me interested. I do love it when Julian puts out hardcore on his label, it is without exception always interesting… And these oiks seem to have named themselves for a level from a Sonic the Hedgehog game.
On this opus, we have 10 cuts, or indeed short forays into madness, nay the riotus psyche of this group. No prisoners are being taken here; this is unadulterated, blistering rage. Absolutely no fucking about necessary, required or applied. Just short, cacophonous and straight to the point blasts of saliva flecked torrents of under-produced existential angst. Or, as they put it on their bandcamp page, ‘unhappy hardcore’.
I think that this record will no doubt piss off those that think of punk or hardcore in any of its permutations in a straightforward kind of manner. If you don’t like the idea of having your perception of what passes as punk rock challenged, then this is certainly not the record for you.
This wonderful, pummelling, feedback laden mess sonically resembles (in my mind) a hybrid of X, Denim and Leather, X-Ray Spex and The Jesus Lizard. It’s one of those listens that seems to paradoxically be a rewarding listen, yet totally exhausting at the same time. I’m sure there probably would have been a time when I’d have dismissed this as “trite arts bollocks” or something similar, but sometimes shit just pegs you square in the grid. Tony of Nurgle rating 8/10