The Hell

Description

Ready for the most franticnfurious 13 minutes youll hear all year? Good job The Hell hail from Norfolk County, Cleveland, and their self-titled debut album is a teeth-rattlingly excellent slab of hardcore punk; probably the best since ooh, I dunno. Bootlicker? Slant? Judy & The Jerks? Chain Whip? Like all of those records, its a trip back to the glory days of hardcore arguably several periods that could fit under that term and its relentlessly, almost heroically great. Ten songs fly by before youve even had the chance to fully process anything beyond a general sensation best summed up with the word/sound/guttural exhalation WHOAAAA. The best bit? Each and every one of them totally fucking rips. Youll hear flashes of everything you love etched into these grooves: the raucous chaos of the Kings of Punk themselves, Poison Idea; the SoCal brattiness and garagey schlock of TSOL, Angry Samoans and/or Circle Jerks when they were all getting started; the speed, breakdowns and temper tantrums of NYHC before all that heavy metal stuff got involved But of course you didnt come here for a catalogue of soundalikes, you came here to get your ears melting and your synapses pulsating til theyre spinning like an angle grinder against the inside of your skull. Right? Well, thats why Im here anyway. And lemme tell ya, this delivers on that front: The Hell are their own beast, un-peg-down-able by mere reference points and speculation as to possible influences. Lets just agree that theyve absorbed all of it and made a sound thats recognisable but wholly their own. Which is to say: youll dig it. You want context? Hell, Ill give ya context. The Hell feature ex-members of former Lumpy faves Cruelster, Sorry State nihilists Woodstock 99 and D-beat aggro types Hysteria, among others. Maybe that list gives you a firmer picture of where theyre coming from; maybe you read it and nodded politely, making furious mental notes to check em all out when you get five minutes (and you really, really should). But lets face it in the here and now, all this detail is ephemera. What matters is this record. Dont make me type out a hackneyed quip about the devil having all the best tunes (gahhh, too late), or the road to The Hell being paved with good intentions (booooooo). Just do whats only right and proper in the circumstances, and get the fuck involved. This ludicrously short and effortlessly brilliant record demands it.