Tokyo Lungs – Self Titled 7”

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.

The Tokyo Lungs 7” is released 22nd May through Kibou Records (UK), Amok Records (Germany) and Blownout Media (U.S.); pre-ordering available now through their respective Bandcamp profiles.

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Pete RingMaster 09/05/2020

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Cabro – Humano Ignorante

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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The Domestics / Wolfhour Split 7” E.P.

With three slices of their inimitable sound each, Britain’s The Domestics and Wolfhour from Sweden join together upon a split 7″ E.P to equally ravage and ignite the senses. Both have a punk bred sound which is voraciously individual but as the rousing encounter proves they also have a common bond in uncompromising ferocity and raw discontent.

Suffolk hailing, The Domestics have never taken prisoners with their hardcore confrontation and a sound which has only become more irritable and striking by the release. The three songs on the new split prove the thought, each a ravenous slice of invasive antagonism and all a thick lure for punk ears.

A Cold, Raw System is first and immediately batters the senses in pugilistic rhythms and the vocal voracity of James Domestic. As swiftly rabid grooves and acerbic riffs surge the trespass bringing with them a host of hooks and incessancy which keenly arouses, the guitar of Ted Mint leading the insurgency alongside feral emotion sprung vocals. It is untamed magnetism from the first breath with a corrosive infectiousness just as ably unleashed by the following pair of Maximum Hell and Empty.

The first harasses as it floods the senses for a full minute, the rabid swings of drummer Simon Battery bitter pleasure alongside the equally rousing gurning of Rhodes’ bass while its successor bears an old school punk breeding to its hardcore severity. Both see Domestic spewing lyrical rancour with alluring venom as similarly toxic enterprise escapes the strings of Mint and each leave emotions inflamed and the spirit alive.

Gothenburg bred, 2013 formed, Wolfhour is a quartet which drew potent acclaim with the release of their debut album, Dead on Arrival, in 2015. Featuring members and ex-members of Anti-Cimex, Slakattack, Pi$$er and Driller Killer, Wolfhour propagate a form of Scandinavian d-beat/hardcore with its own character and antipathy. Their three scourges savaging the split’s B-side begin with Dead As Me, an unapologetic incursion of punk rock openly infectious and just as boldly quarrelsome whilst driven by rhythms which simply puncture the senses. The track easily hit the spot leaving a debilitating resonance taken up by the following and just as striking Anger Control, a track inflaming the passions with its initial psyche twisting baiting and as thoroughly by the strident holler that triggers.

Last Encore completes the release with a just as raucously barbed incitement of sound and dispute; an altercation of punk which left ears ringing in sonic tinnitus and the spirit roaring in mutual contestation.

We have a constant intrigue and appetite for the coming together of, on the surface, different bands but which share a creative common denominator. The Domestics and Wolfhour have united for one of the most thrilling in recent times, each openly unique and together the purveyors of the most striking hardcore.

With each side given its own unique artwork, The Domestics / Wolfhour Split 7” E.P. is released 18th October through Kibou Records (UK), Kangaroo Records (France), Amok Records (Germany), and Sick World Records (New Zealand). Pre-ordering available @ https://kibourecords.bigcartel.com/product/wolfhour-the-domestics-split-7 and https://kibourecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-domestics-wolfhour-split-2-song-preview

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Pete RingMaster 11/10/2019

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Pi$$er – Wretched Life

Music will never cease providing unexpected and major treats, moments of if not genius, true ear and appetite inflaming arousals to feed individual desire. Another for us is the debut 7” EP from Pi$$er, a ‘supergroup’ if you wish which devour and chew up the senses whilst inflaming the imagination across four slices of, which for simplicity we will call, hardcore punk.

The Wretched Life EP is a punk bred encounter but woven from a host of essences for rousing diversity. Its creator is the brainchild of vocalist James Domestic (The Domestics / Dis-Tank / Bring The Drones) who has drawn on the matching talent of drummer Charlie Claesson (Anti-Cimex / Wolfhour / The Partisans / Bring The Drones), bassist/organist Rhodes (The Domestics / Hobopope & The Goldfish Cathedral), guitarists Bri Talbot (Doom) and Matt Woods (Dissidents/ex-Revenge Of The Psychotronic Man), and saxophonist Eddie O’Toole (The Shitty Limits / The Filaments / Beat The Red Light / Personnel) to thrust Pi$$er upon a quickly, we suspect, welcoming world.

Wretched Life opens with The Lie is as Good as the Medicine, Rhodes’ keys an immediate dark sinister lure into the waiting arms of contagious punk ferocity. Rhythms show no respect as they infest song and listener alike, guitars equally ravening in their insurgence before the psychotically edged tones of Domestic spring intimidating temptation. As if that ravening mix was not irresistible enough, passions were completely bound with the emerging addition of O’Toole’s idiosyncratic sax enticement, though a thrilling element with a definite X Ray Spex meets Essential Logic psychosis to it. All together it is a devouring incursion which beguiled with its web of enterprise and ravaged with its tidal trespass of animated devilry.

The track Pi$$ER follows with a just as active fervent menace, rhythms thumping on submission immediately as Domestic’s vocals vent with his individual prowess before another scourge of contagious animosity erupts. Hooks and riffs collude in their deviously respective piercing and hostile catchiness, that infernal and glorious raving sax of O’Toole icing on the delicious toxicity escaping a swiftly established favourite release.

I Won’t Repent is next up and needs mere breaths to eagerly intimidate and wholly seduce. Its galloping stroll infests as it manipulates, its swinging groove and predatory instincts proving swiftly irresistible and the perfect incitement for vocals as riffs ravage thoughts and senses. It is two visceral minutes plus of insatiable attitude, virulent harassment, and merciless temptation; i.e. brilliance.

The EP’s title track concludes the pleasure, Wretched Life a harmful and invigorating scourge of punk corrosiveness, dissonance, and crazed contagion. Every element in its rabid character makes for a furious tempting, each moment in that appealing rabid incursion eclectically ravenous and unitedly unquenchable.

The only thing about Wretched Life which worries is that there might be the chance it is a one off affair. We truly hope not because there is already uncontrollable greed in our hunger for Pi$$er and their unique magnificent sound.

Wretched Life is out now through Kibou Records and TNS Records in the UK and Sick World Records in New Zealand; available @ https://www.tnsrecords.co.uk/shop/tns-releases/pre-order/pier-wretched-life-7/ and https://kibourecords.bandcamp.com/album/pi-er-wretched-life-7-e-p with Ltd edition black vinyl version of 300.

Pete RingMaster 02/08/2019

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