Younger Person: So how come you're still so angry?
Older Person: Because I see the same things that make you angry and I've seen most of them happen before so I know we've still learned fuck all!
OK, compared to me the guys in Selfless really are still spring chickens but this bunch of Midlands metal veined punks are not exactly teenagers and those extra road miles I guess have just rubbed them even more raw. Standing behind the stark black and white old school logo and cover are names you know mean business; Drunk Wilkins, Chris Hatton, Tony Chen and Simon Roe. Bands like Police Bastard, Fukpig, Mistress and I Am Colossus. So you should be prepared for some real bare knuckle words being said here.
And they don't let us down.
What they drop on us is an album that clocks in at under twenty minutes and delivers twelve hard kicks to the nether regions and doesn't even pause to admire the wreckage it leaves behind. From the opener 'Torn Apart' to the last kerbstoning of ' Making Waves' this is all spiked d-beat, shared vocal crusty street punk. No waste, no fat, no time for filler.
This isn't just a blur of hardcore noise, though. Oh, it is one noisy little fucker make no mistake, but each song leaves it's own individual mark on you. Whether it's the sinister metal stained riff of ' Choking On Darkness' or 'Ashes To Ashes' making me want to scream "never again!", the angry shoutalong of 'Religion' with its hardcore close or the Slayer flicks of the whip spattering blood throughout the guys have done such a cracking job of delivering songs with identity but no compromise.
There isn't a weak track here but personal faves have to be the aforementioned 'Choking On Darkness' and the closer 'Making Waves' with its ballbearing bassline bounce and a riff that just won't let go.
Passion through craft is what this is. It is actually quite staggering that they can turn round, seemingly at will, and crank out stuff this good. Dunk's voice rips into every subject at his fingertips with Chris Hatton's guitar bulldozing through alongside. Battered on by the rhythm section it leaves no room for breath or to wipe the sweat away. And you remember every riff.
Nothing left to say except buy this and take a good old fashioned to the point punk kicking. Top drawer, absolutely top drawer.
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