Just a quick one today about Insane Urge demo tape, the latest
release on Stucco Label, an Olympia-based punk label
which released the first Electric Chair 7" and the first Suck Lords 7" (just to name a few extremely good records in my opinion) and that I've already mentioned a few times here in my last year's posts
about
Fugitive Bubble
and
Youth Regiment. Stucco has a tendency to breed like rabbits on cocaine and to
give birth to lots of sub-labels, after Impotent Foetus (which is in fact Stucco's low-fi tape division and is responsible for the two previously reviewed bands) here is Down South Tapes (Insane Urge tape is DOWNTHERE001), a sub-label dedicated to the south punk scene? Probably!
As usual with Stucco there isn't much information about the band,
the only thing I know is that they're from Austin, Texas, which would be in line with my theory about Down There.
But let's focus on the music if you don't mind.
The very first track, yes that's the one bearing the band's name, opens up the tape with a mid-tempo instrumental that wanders between 77-infused punk rock and modern indie post-punk, a good start before There's A World kicks into high gear with a very nice and fast rock'n roll infused punk track. You know what I'm talking about, the kind of punk rock that feels like kicking Chuck Berry in the nuts for a whole minute. Yeah that kind!
And once these guys are started they're not easy to stop, just listen to Job and Sick Disease! So much nut kicking that I can already picture Chuck singing like Whitney Houston between two Duck Walks! Yeah so much low-fi rock'n roll in this punk rock that's incredible!
At some point these good ol' worn-out rock'n roll riffs made me think for a sec of the absolute master of rock'n roll infused punk/oi! songs, the infamous band-which-can't-be-named of course. But Insane Urge's actually too fast to make the comparison really relevant. I could also think of the French skinhead rockers of The Janitors but Insane Urge's way too low-fi to play in the same league.
Anyway Insane Urge delivers a very enjoyable, and way too short, cool tape of punk rock under fast rock'n roll influence, keeping it super low-fi as Impotent Foetus got us used to.
So treat your self man! Put on your blue suede shoes and studded belts and aim for that crotch!
N,J'Oi!
