Welcome to the latest version of Tough Fun! Each month, Spin will spotlight the best punk on the planet and discuss here, what the real meaning of the four-letter word is and ideally the challenge of entertaining readers in the process with the challenge of preconceived notions. Purists, stop urinating! Everyone else, enjoy.
It should be a place for turnstile worship. Seriously. (Read here, the incompetent Joe Camp wrote three years ago. Spin Melodic was in the early days of hardcore band greatness.) This month’s column should open with an admirable review of their latest album, Glow on, And a thoughtful meditation on how some positive punks found the rhythm of funk and dance in their breakup and saved a stream at rest. Those arguments exist elsewhere. If anything, I’m mostly excited that Turnstile is reminiscent of an intimate music community in Baltimore, Maryland with incredible talent. Under the right conditions, I would turn a turnstile into a lion like everyone else. The record is great! I honestly agree! But you’ve heard it before.
In any other situation – e.g., where I disagree – critical sensitivity is a disease. Chances are, if you connect with punk music or any of its conspiracies, you’re also somewhat antagonistic. If everyone loves your favorite turnstiles, you’re probably thinking of launching them. I would not recommend it. Instead, channel that energy to listen to these songs. They are for you.
The idea is almost delicious: Toronto motorists (members of Feel Alright, Leather Jacuzzi, and Tough Age) write songs about frustration and worldliness – the experience of people stuck in traffic. And even when they are not obsessed with radio news and hellish travel, their wild power-pop is rich in post-punk claustrophobia; Rock and roll that explode when kept very tight, designed to do just that. Just don’t take my word for it: Mikey Young of Eddie Current’s Suppression Ring dominated the record, and he never missed it.
Rotten woman, Death in Paradise
Austin, the world’s largest city for virant hardcore, has a new proof of its superiority: Mujeres Podridas (consisting of members of Creuturas, Vasca, Kurraka, Crooked Bang, basically every band of your choice. In English, the band name means rotten woman). After a few years of radio silence, the group returns with their first LP, Death in Paradise. (It’s “Paradise Death” for us anglophones. It’s a full 11 tracks, from the moment the cherry stars almost feel embarrassed (for example, “Planet Negro” may have a xylophone flashing it) “, Glorious, going back to hell, sweet melody on” OVNI “
Croatian Amor and Scandinavian star, Reilly / White Stone
Copenhagen label posh isolation began a decade ago, especially noise, art, drones, black punk and metal – all good things. At one point, their ambition to represent artists around the world shifted their interest, exposing them to everything from surroundings, dance, techno to hell, even classical soundscape. I’ve always found that can be really exciting তারা they apply punk examples, DIY’s open-mindedness in the new sonic realm. For that reason, the latest collab of the Croatian Amor (Damien Dubrovnik and the people of Sexdrom, Rahbek) and the Scandinavian star, Riley / White Stone, May not be for everyone. I will challenge those who are terrified to give this sunny experimentalism, so bright and awesome it works like an anesthesia.
Mr. Teenage, Automatic Profit 7 ”
Now for something completely different. Mr Teenage, a Melbourne band of Australian rock ‘n’ roll bad boys, has mastered the art of cooling arrested teenagers. Automatic love, Their latest 7 ”is a collection of power pop-rock, from the title track Slim Lizzie-Escu guitar solo to” Auto Love “and” The Loser, “and Bratty, Garage, to the tune of Bar Rock’s girls’ black lips in” Kids. ” Rock is a “waste of time.” Of course, hearing this might make you feel a million years old – but it shouldn’t. Maintaining some youthful abandonment is healthy. Believe me I went to a doctor. (And if it’s not healthy, it’s definitely a lot of fun.)
Strong guys, HOMO 7 “
It’s been six years since Dublin Queer Hardcore Hero Strong Boys released an EP, and that’s okay, because Homo explodes 7 ”. The comparison of negative attitudes is not unreasonable, and after hearing some, even the most apprehensive listener will be motivated to adopt their moral hatred towards gay groups, the state, the church, discrimination-domination and blood donation restrictions on enemies. (Which is seen in songs like “Bad Blood” near the rock, “We don’t want bad blood / We don’t want it because we’re going / But you’ll check it anyway / Take it straight from Vince is always swallowed with shame.” ”) Four tracks in six minutes, Homo Lean – all meat, no fat – revolution in limited space.
Wednesday, Twin Plagues
I heard for the first time on Wednesday অ্যা Asheville Quintet, which could write obscure college radio tunes more interesting than their 90s influence pavement মূলত is basically begging the question, “What if indie rock were to be created in rural, small-town communities?” -I quickly realized that I wanted to separate their music, to isolate it, to find all its nostalgic, low-fi introductions. It’s a very annoying way to listen to music in general, and a very easy way to miss its fantastic subtleties. Twin plagues. I like the shoe gauge of “The Burnt Down Dairy Queen”, “One More Last One”, the romantic outline of the voice of the woman in front, Carly Hartzman, in a country look. Is it punk? Sure. Maybe. That’s many other things, and that’s its beauty.