Hey wow, great, albeit, generic 2000-era straightedge hardcore in the vein of Floorpunch, In My Eyes and Fastbreak before they wanted girlfriends. This EP is all about the stage dives; dive-bomb intros, and playing as fast as humanly possible without losing a sense of melody. If the last song, "No End in Site," weren't your typical Modern Life is War/Comeback Kid type of emotional outpouring where everyone needs to sing along then I'd be all over this. Still, not bad at all.
The archival hunt for the "missing links" of first-wave California punk usually leads through a trail of grainy handbill Xeroxes and tape traders' overdubbed copies. But with The Flyboys, the story has always been a bit more elegant—and a lot more colourful. Long before they were swept into the gravity of the Hollywood scene, frontman John Curry was already performing … Read more
Hardcore doesn’t need reinventing; just needs conviction. On Self Evident Truth, Baltimore’s The S.E.T. come out swinging with a debut EP that’s built on exactly that. It’s got groove, urgency, and a clear sense of purpose. Clocking in at around fifteen minutes, the EP wastes no time establishing its identity. From the opening moments of “This Chain,” it’s all forward … Read more
When a band describes themselves as surf punk, it usually conjures a certain image. Reverb drenched guitars, sunburnt melodies, maybe even a sense of looseness that leans more carefree than chaotic. Dashed doesn’t really fit that mold. On their self-titled LP, they take those familiar elements and run them through something colder, sharper, and far less predictable. Across eleven tracks, … Read more
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