Aggressiv-nervöser Hardcore-Punk der fies in der Magengegend einschlägt wie ein Knie. Keine Pause, keine Schnörkel, kein Gerede
Feeding Frenzy is the real deal. No, wait, let me start over: C.H.E.W. are the realest of deals. Their debut LP starts with a flurry of drums and goes straight into the kinda agro-heavy, no-bullshit, straight-to-the-point hardcore that gets the adrenaline flowing so fast you can practically see it burst out of your chest and march on over to the front of the show to get a circle pit going. Most punk packs a punch; this simply pulverises, in the best possible way.
Four anarcho kids with righteous ideals, C.H.E.W. are here to make you sit up and take notice. Well, what else can you do when the blitzkrieg rains forth on you as powerfully and scintillatingly as this? Once it’s started, the album barely lets up for a second. Even when they slow down for a spacious creepy-crawl just before the midway point, you can feel the tension ratcheting up another notch or 12, just to keep you anticipating the rush of hi-velocity chaos that’s surely about to hit home (and surely does).
This isn’t an album of summer jams or simple hooks – it’s pure energy and conviction, that knows you’ve had a rough day and wanna stew in it, but also knows how to make you feel affirmed by that experience. It’s the sound of Punch drawing fake moustaches on police ‘wanted’ posters; the sound of hardcore fire walking while flicking pebbles into the furrowed brows of punk pretenders everywhere. Just under 31 minutes of noise that’ll leave you floored and totally swept up in adoration. Hope and pray to whatever deities or inanimate objects you place your faith in that this band ends up playing a town near you soon, because this record frankly rules.
CHEW klingen so.
Einlass: 20 Uhr