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POISON IDEA/ RÖVSVETT
Split
7"
I have, what always seemed to me, an irrational hatred for pop-punk. Then someone clued me into the fact that technically the Misfits fall under that category; an idea that I hate. Ive realized that this disdain for melodic, dildos hopping around gleefully on stage stems from the fact that bands like Poison Idea exist. Poison Idea is here to fuck you up; pure and simple. Theyre not interested in polishing up their act; for that you can go to Turbonegro whose seminal album Apocalypse Dudes is the Star Wars to P.I.s Seven Samurai: Feel The Darkness. That is not a diss on Turbonegro in anyway, they know good shit and they took a swing at it. Poison Idea are the guys who are here because not being in a gnarly punk band is not an option for them, theyve tried, and failed to walk away. Something Better, off this new split with Rovsvett is a lumbering beast with cold steely eyes; it jerks back and forth, swaying while eyeing its prey. Its a drunken wildebeest thats about to show the young cubs that its still the king of the pack. A lot of bands these days mistake snotty antics for attitude, but attitude is carved from granite, through trials and failures. Attitude puffs its chest and balls a fist in defiance of shitty little pip squeaks who Y.O.L.O. and have swag. P.I. follows up the original with a cover of the 13th Floor Elevators, Youre Gonna Miss Me; its a good cover, but coming off the new track, I could have used some more new P.I. in my life. Rovsvett come off as pretty good foil to Poison Idea on this split. I feel like they switch back and forth into English from whatever their native tongue is or maybe its just me. Rosvett remind me of bands like Los Crudos; angry, fast and bi-lingual. Die on your knees is a bit of a misstep given the raw power of their first track, but they bring it back to a furious ode to what sounds like a serious hatred for Michael Bay and his shitty disaster porn movies (side note: that song may not be about that, but I have no couth and it sounds like their shouting something about Michael Bay). Slip this on your mat, lower the needle, close your eyes and for, like, 10 minutes: late 80s early 90s hardcore punk is on top of the dog pile in the pit.
Split
7"
AUSVERKAUFT
I have, what always seemed to me, an irrational hatred for pop-punk. Then someone clued me into the fact that technically the Misfits fall under that category; an idea that I hate. Ive realized that this disdain for melodic, dildos hopping around gleefully on stage stems from the fact that bands like Poison Idea exist. Poison Idea is here to fuck you up; pure and simple. Theyre not interested in polishing up their act; for that you can go to Turbonegro whose seminal album Apocalypse Dudes is the Star Wars to P.I.s Seven Samurai: Feel The Darkness. That is not a diss on Turbonegro in anyway, they know good shit and they took a swing at it. Poison Idea are the guys who are here because not being in a gnarly punk band is not an option for them, theyve tried, and failed to walk away. Something Better, off this new split with Rovsvett is a lumbering beast with cold steely eyes; it jerks back and forth, swaying while eyeing its prey. Its a drunken wildebeest thats about to show the young cubs that its still the king of the pack. A lot of bands these days mistake snotty antics for attitude, but attitude is carved from granite, through trials and failures. Attitude puffs its chest and balls a fist in defiance of shitty little pip squeaks who Y.O.L.O. and have swag. P.I. follows up the original with a cover of the 13th Floor Elevators, Youre Gonna Miss Me; its a good cover, but coming off the new track, I could have used some more new P.I. in my life. Rovsvett come off as pretty good foil to Poison Idea on this split. I feel like they switch back and forth into English from whatever their native tongue is or maybe its just me. Rosvett remind me of bands like Los Crudos; angry, fast and bi-lingual. Die on your knees is a bit of a misstep given the raw power of their first track, but they bring it back to a furious ode to what sounds like a serious hatred for Michael Bay and his shitty disaster porn movies (side note: that song may not be about that, but I have no couth and it sounds like their shouting something about Michael Bay). Slip this on your mat, lower the needle, close your eyes and for, like, 10 minutes: late 80s early 90s hardcore punk is on top of the dog pile in the pit.