this a joke? Every imaginable "future of punk" has come up
in the last two years. This particular submission is as punk
as Twisted Sister. These are more white boys who are angry
because they donít know how to cope with suburbia. First,
you move to L.A. so you can be disgusted by commercialism,
then embrace it under the guise of fighting it. Oh, I know,
youíre destroying it from within, like Colonel Hogan. Scream
as loud as you want, the message is still "Weíre not gonna
take it." The title is literal; your parents will think this
is horrific, or try to be hip by giving it to their "punk"
kids. Remember parents bringing the yunguns to see KISS?
combining the laughable shock-value of 2Live Crew with the
musical sensibilities of Crowbar, Amen have come up with a
knockout combination. Well, youíll be unconscious, anyway.
Hereís the formula: drone drone drone, scream scream drone,
snore. Occasionally, Chaos slips into an under-the-breath
growl, stolen from Reznor by way of Manson. But the music
isnít whatís important here. The self-mutilation, thatís the
stuff. Now I know we saw this already with GG Allin, Poison
Idea, Mr. P-Orridge, Iggy Pop, blah blah blah, and ad naseum.
But this time itís different. This time, Casey Chaos (brilliant
moniker, eh?) even cuts himself in the studio! This press-byte
is straight out of the Time-Life "Leather Punk" volume. The
man so mean he once shot himself just for snoring too loud.
The label claims heís so desensitized by the world, he can
only feel the extreme. And that explains why the screaming
isnít moving. I donít feel anything either. The guitars on
"the most violent major label release ever" are boring, the
drums are adequate, the screaming sucks.
guys couldnít get arrested for indecency in Dade, thatís how
convincing they are. Of course, Florida has hundreds of bands
that sound just like this anyway. Save a guitar solo or two,
and you have Obituary or Cannibal Corpse. A sample lyric is
Waiting 18" is the highlight, where for a brief moment, the
screaming decreases enough to make out an Iggy influenced,
trashy speed-glam number. Two-chord punk, leading into a Sisters
Of Mercy chorus of chanting. The runner up is a riff stolen
from Shriekback in "Dead On The Bible," which canít
save the song, let alone the disc. Not enough variety is on
here to differentiate between the rest. After 5 listens, I
canít remember any other exciting points. Monotone comes at
was better. Even Ugly Kid Joe was more interesting. Hell,
for insincerely angry white boys, Iíd rather hear Eminem.
Price Of Reality
On The Bible
Hard To Be Free