If six tracks across eight ferocious punk minutes whet your appetite then we can only say strap yourselves in as Humano Ignorante is one ear bullying, senses corroding ride sure to leave you either a broken mess or a lustful perpetrator.
The release is the new cassette EP from Cabro, a band which…well there is little we can tell you. Humano Ignorante could be their debut assault or not and they could be from Spain as all tracks are sung in Spanish yet you like us may feel there is something definitely English punk seeded to its hardcore irritability. The piece accompanying its release says “word has it that James Domestic is involved in some capacity” and as James, the frontman of both The Domestics and PI$$ER among other propositions, kindly sent the EP our way we can only confirm that…but little more we can share apart from six ravening punk bred tracks which violently demand attention.
Released through Kibou Records, Humano Ignorante unleashes itself on the listener with Azul De Muerte and instantly the feedback fuelled breath of the release is scouring the senses, scraping their tolerance to their limits before a scourge of feral punk descends on a scarred surface. It is raw and ravenous incitement, devouring the air and listener with a primitive contagion as virulent as it is fearsome while vocally we can only suggest that it is indeed Mr Domestic leading the assail or someone with a striking impression of him; they all thick reasons to dive into the EP.
Sangre is uncaged next from the sonic lancing which links all tracks, the song’s sanguineous thirst fuelling some infectiously menacing rock ‘n’ roll. With somewhat more restraint than its predecessor, the track courts and nags more than bludgeons the senses yet still left an appetite sparking stain before swiftly departing for Suicida Navidad and its insatiable animosity and urgency. Rhythms make for a relentless harrying as guitars spring a caustic enticement to fear or devour; vocals within accentuating the delicious savagery of it all.
In turn Vacunación and Apuñalado En La Espalda got under the skin, abrasing as they go with their respective callous causticity and predatory stalking, the latter soon becoming a barbarously grooved infection impossible not to greedily feast upon.
With Victima Permanente a final homicidal incursion which proved as violently catchy as it is unapologetically spiteful, Humano Ignorante left us wasted and hungry for more. As we said at the start, Cabro is a mystery in some ways but not in the delicious raw, grooved toxicity that is their hardcore punk enmity.
Humano Ignorante is out now via Kibou Records @ https://kibourecords.bandcamp.com/album/humano-ignorante-e-p-preview-tracks-only
Pete RingMaster 26/03/2020
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Initially the first track rhythmically entices, from a distance shaping intrigue until a few seconds later it stands eye to eye with the senses and uncages its full hungry presence. As those rhythms continue to bite, grooves and melodic enticement is woven around the distinctive and ever magnetic tones of Oates. With keys just as enterprisingly involved and hooks unleashed with almost feral intent, the track proved immediate captivation and only tightened its hold with melodic and harmonic dexterity, a Soundgarden meets Skyscraper scenting around its worldly observation extra irresistibility.
It is a great start to the EP which She Said, its lead single only reinforces. With slightly less energy but just as magnetic intensity, the track builds its might and roar resulting in a chorus which explodes on the ears as a rich climax to appetite nagging verse and creative escalation.
As reinforced by next up World Is Falling Apart, the distinctiveness of Sheafs‘ sound is inescapable though there is something of an Asylums meets Baddies breath to it at times. The EP’s second track shows more restraint in its energy though every aspect is a boisterous incitement from its intoxicating groove to the rhythmic shuffle cast by the bass of Callum Wright and Charlie Eastap’s beats. A psych rock spice wraps each melody and seeps into every atmospheric intimation bred in the open imagination of the quintet as again inherent infectiousness fuels every intensity soaked moment uncaged before the band’s new single Total Vanity erupts. Straight away rhythms and riffs seize the moment, each pounding out audacious virulence incitement as Feenstra’s tones and words spring their own inimitable motivation upon ears and thoughts. The track is raucous splendour, a slice of fearless irresistibility sure to lead fresh hordes to the mutiny of Sheafs.
With a general tag of being a rock band, Radio Mafia swiftly reveal that term covers a canvas of flavours and styles which never left us anything less than fascinated. Don’t Think About It opens with its title track, the song a gentle lure on ears with its instinctive funk pop stroll. The deep tone of the bass swiftly proved thick captivation matched by that urged by the emotive prowess of the vocals, both gaining a fiery energy as the track brews an earthy rock fuelled eruption.
Tabula Rasa opens up with Vztek (Rage) and a barrage of barbarous but defined rhythms from drummer Buchy, his heady beats banging on the door of the senses and attention before being joined by a tide of riffs and the heavy grumble of Jenda’s bass. Quickly the bassist’s vocals spring their antipathy and magnetism into the assault, the guitars of Bombo and Špirda continuing to entrap and arouse with voracious riffs and grooves. There has always been a raw feral breath to the band’s thrash metal confrontations and the first song of the EP alone shows it has lost none of its potency even as craft and imagination in songwriting and sound has further grown.
Whether the EP reaches the same mountainous heights again is down to personal taste but the following Sit In Silence leaves little for ears and appetite to desire with its post punk clang and soulful vocals across another heavy verging on predatory rhythmic incitement which easily got under the skin. A more hard rock scented texture equally shapes a track which commanded swift and constant attention before Broken Record sets its own rhythmically intense and dynamic trespass upon the senses. Even so its body is all infection and vocal prowess an equally catchy enticement; it’s stalking of ears as arousing as it is imposing.