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I write Agnostic Front and right away I have to add the name of their leader and founder: Roger Miret, the true founding father of the turbulent and uncompromising New York Hardcore scene. From the very remote beginnings with the explosive EP United Blood, in 1983, capable of compressing five tracks into six minutes. But it is with the subsequent full-length debut that they lay the formidable foundation for everything that will arise thanks to them, dozens and dozens of electrifying bands in the Big Apple territory. Victim In Pain is the title of this raw sequence (this time there are eleven tracks totaling fifteen minutes) of immensely powerful, rampaging songs with Miret's powerful vocals railing against everything and everyone. Years pass, and we arrive at the disastrous, in the sense that it is a failure from every point of view, One Voice; a mediocre if not poor work with sales results reduced to a minimum. For this reason, and also due to the usual internal dissensions, Roger puts his band in a sort of forced rest. He takes a long period of reflection, and in 1998 comes the bomb that no one imagined they would hear again under the name Agnostic Front. They sign with Epitaph Records (Bad Religion, Bad Religion!!); Roger enlists the necessary production help from a certain Billy Milano (SOD - MOD just to name two names almost at random) and delivers a work that gives us back a band that absolutely wants to reclaim the glory of their beginnings to give yet another jolt, yet another punch in the face to those who considered them finished. The scepter of dominators of a scene is still in their hands. There's no room for Thrash contamination and Crossover in Something's Gotta Give; only and solely primitive Hardcore violence that unfolds through a sequence of tracks capable of taking your breath away; intensity, speed, ruthless execution. Consistency and warlike attitude. The two minutes of the title track, set to open the "poging dances", are enough for me to describe the album: squared-off drums that know only one tempo, guitars grinding a single riff without the slightest hint of solos; and then that voice so raw, torn, fierce, cynical... MY WAR...
Agnostic Front is back; and they hurt badly.
Diabolos Rising 666.
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