It is hard to imagine how James Domestic has time to breath let alone do the things everyday life demands as it seems he is here with a new proposal each and every month but obviously his lungs are still in full order as he is back once more to accost and excite the senses as one half of Tokyo Lungs. Renowned for his part as frontman for The Domestics as well as Pi$$Er/Bring The Drones/Dis-Tank/Cabro he has linked up with fellow Domestic and member of Casual Nausea and Massakree Simon Battery to create the US hardcore inspired Tokyo Lungs who make their debut this month with a violently raucous and addictive self-titled EP.
As all his exploits to date despite the recognisable snarl of his voice, Tokyo Lungs unleash a sound which swiftly uncages commandingly potent individuality within nine songs staying a combined eight minutes give a second or two. With few spare seconds to play with songs have to make true impact character and uniqueness wise and that they inescapably do from the EP’s opener, titled Tokyo Lungs. A sonic line draws intrigue and attention into the waiting maelstrom; one loaded with rampant rhythms and voracious riffs. Domestic’s tones are soon a caustic blaze in its midst as too the visceral spite and the twists of invention spawned here and throughout the release.
It’s Gone devours the air next, the senses withering before its infectious trespass with the combined vocals of the pair a rousing lead before Out Cold sets debilitating rock ‘n’ roll upon the listener. It proved hard to choose a favourite track in the 7” but the track’s virulent assail is always leading thoughts just as its rhythmic agitation incites the body and vocal rousing sparks the throat, guitar enterprise taking on the imagination; success echoed in Showbiz Fucker and its celebrity assassination.
Everything about the EP hit the spot we have to say but the rhythmic baiting within all tracks proved a potent lure as shown again by the lead into next up I’m Weak, beats forging an addictive appetite before voice and guitar ravage, the bass offering its own brutality. Domestic’s declaration are as ravenous as the sounds around him, the track a toxic yet invigorating incitement on ears as it brings side 1 to a close.
Shot Dead opens up the flip side, its ferocity and venom matched in potency by the craft and aggressive invention escaping the duo, a combination just as imposing and thrilling within the voracious almost carnal exploits of Fake Death. As mentioned, the band’s sound is seeded in US hardcore but there is definitely a raw British hardcore/punk edge and lining to it all which makes the songs standout as much as the invention shaping the furies.
The final pair of (No) Argument and Put me Down savage with individuality too, the first a bruising tirade making for forty seven seconds of exhausting pleasure and its successor, from the delicious and thickly magnetic drama of an entrance, a senses blistering rally of lethal rhythms and sonic invasion wired with searing melodic eruptions.
Both tracks epitomise the feral yet skilfully crafted character of the 7” and its gripping sound with Tokyo Lungs setting down a marker and debut sure to thrill punk appetites everywhere.
Pete RingMaster 09/05/2020
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