Negative Approach
Negative Approach

Holy youth, holy urge to spit bumba on everything, to throw bricks at shop windows! I don't care what happens, I'm throwing this stuff in your face, whatever happens, I'm crazy and I need to break free! "Then go to hell," you might say, right?

Are you shocked? Is it the worst opening you've ever read? Fuck it, we're moving forward and shaking things up a bit. So I propose something the site needs: a nice 9-minute hardcore bomb, the best 9 minutes of my life, apart from that time those four girls tied me to a chair and gagged me.

Want to know more? The only other thing to do is listen to this EP, an EP from the furious early 80s, where all the frustration of Detroit and the whole damn Midwest is concentrated. That's the beauty: there's nothing else to say! The great Bartleboom has enlightened me: this is how you do it, you tease people and push them to seek out things on their own.

How damn much I love this record. How much I recognize myself in Brannon's screams: "I can't take this pressure, pressure, 7$&)/&£!/£&M/£"(=03)(, pressure!!" How many times I think about it when I have to take an exam and I'm walking around with shit knocking. "I can't tell no one what to do!" Neither can I! Everyone's chasing bullshit or money and you don't know how to make them snap out of it, all prisoners of populism and hatred, all with their brains in their dicks like proper dickheads! Bourgeois girls whisper "is he crazy?!" everywhere! Yes, I'm crazy sweetheart, and now I'll prove it to you by violently taking advantage of you in the hallway! I respond like this, I'm on the side of those who earn their warm, fragrant loaf by eating hard work and drinking sweat, I'm a country boy who studies in the morning and in the late afternoon sneaks into some townhouse to have fun with some girl. Because that's how it is where I'm from, doors stay open like in Canada, people earn their bread with sweat and without too much existential ado, not wallowing in self-pity on their damn chariots and if you are like me you understand me and understand why I praise this EP made of tears and blood.

Negativity in spades, a desire to raise your fist, feel the poison dripping from your incisors! At the beginning that riff that sounds so Ramones-like and then hardcore punk of exquisite ancient craftsmanship. Genuine music, made with heart. This stuff is good for the site, damn it. The review is over, I'm sorry if it pissed you off, it means you don't understand me and if you don't understand me look above. I'M ALWAYS LEFT WITH NOTHING!