Monday, 30 March 2020

Isolation - Lifewrecker

Shitrockjournalist Reviews Isolation.

No it's not a fucking comment on working from home, or trying to not spread disease. It's a review of the latest release by UK noisy bastards Lifewrecker.

Isolation - Lifewrecker Reviewers don't tend to get asked questions about genre. "Yeah but what actually is powerviolence?" "It's a bit like grindcore." "Yeah but what is grindcore though?" "It's like punk rock with a fucking rocket up its arse" "Yeah but what does it sound like?" Isolation opens with some high pitched frequencies and some bassy sounds that sound like a kind of nuclear warning alarm. Then we get the genre hallmarks. Distorted guitar riffs that sound like they could carve you into a thousand pieces before you've even realised you've banged your head hard enough for it to fall off and travel back in time to inspire Cannibal Corpse's first few albums. Marcin and Nic have got some serious groove in the riffs here, but don't mistake that for some piss poor Pantera mid paced snoozefest. That and they're not racist cunts either which is a bonus. In the time it took for me to come up with that, track one is over, and the ferocious vocals have just begun to sink in. Roaring through with a bite fiercer than dogs put down in the mid 80s, Martin's not letting up on this one. The rhythm section, by Christ, Nic and Wayne make you feel like you're having the shit beaten out of you while somehow making it work as a dance routine. I have a bizarre mental image of Louis Spence jiving around a pit at Chimpyfest throwing the grindcore finger while Tony holds up a sign that just says "10". Martin's noise programming on this also adds to the feel of the hellish future we seem to be finding ourselves in lately, and given the (admittedly on the nose) title, I think they've fucking nailed it. This zips by at quite a fucking pace, with track 3 being the shortest at 47 seconds. The closer 'Social Distance' feels like heresy at a whopping 3:07. Don't worry though kids, this ain't the sort of shit you'll see on Top of the Pops. Come to think of it, it's not shit at all. Not that it gives you any fucking time to think. It's a radio broadcast from the end times, and while the economy and Covid-19 may well be a lifewrecker for some, fortunately neither this band, nor this release are. Some life affirmly brutal grinding noisy d-beat horror from Lifewrecker. Get it in your fucking ears.

Get it here: https://lifewrecker.bandcamp.com/album/isolation

Name your price, but consider giving the lads a few quid. Times are hard, and it's bloody good stuff.

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