Good grief, who on earth decided to unleash this bunch of bastards in a band together? It’s like giving four of the worst ASBO clad estate chavs a house together and moving them in on the posh part of town. This ultimate boyband from hell comprises of Luca from Ted Maul, Hellhog from Pure Negative, Adam ex Labrat (eternally kuntz) and Lee and Wez from pond dwellers River Freshney. That may not mean much to those of you who have not immersed themselves in the past filth emerging from the bowels of the London Underground (and nope I’m not talking trains) but it’s enough to have you quaking in fear, hiding your stash and advising friends to lock up their daughters if you don’t have any of your own.
Naturally this short sharp shock of an EP is a right uncouth racket! With an intro piece simply decrying in all it’s cocky cockney glory “come on you cunts’ the idiot brigade fly off the handle into ‘Kick Out Of Time’ full of skewed riffs and distempered council estate screams of hatred. This is at ill with the world and letting you know it. Big gang shouts back up the main vocals and it sounds like the mob are all getting involved. Combining elements of grind, punk, hardcore and death metal along with a touch of the inevitable Boyzone this hardly stands still for a second and over 17 minutes does its best to take you out by dumping on you from a great height. Apparently it was recorded in a quick 48 hour session by Russ Russell and despite the spontaneity it sounds totally pukka. There’s a rampant galloping fervour found in the melody of ‘No God, No Master (where we heard that phrase before?) and this attacks like a bunch of tramps fighting over the last bottle of White Lightning in the co-op.
I kind of knew I was going to like this before I even heard it and it quickly sunk in as the strains of the apocalyptic sounding crust of ‘Dilapidated Soul’ got its hooks in; reminding a little of recent stuff by The Rotted who surely are destined to tour with this bunch, causing chaos at every turn. Favourite number has to be the winding, grinding, stabbing battery that is ‘Distrust,’ it certainly seems to come from the heart and is armed to the teeth; something I can totally relate to. ‘Inhaling’ is a formidable start from this fledging pack and one that should have their simple, to the point name on the tip of your tongue. Safe!
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