ICON A.D. "Don't feed us shit" Ep, 1982

This immodest writeup should be my last leisurely stroll in the flowery gardens of 80's anarchopunk for a while, not that I am growing bored with it but I intend to tackle some faster shit when it's time to go back to school next month, something urgent that makes you want to twat your boss. Icon A.D. therefore feels like the ideal band to momentarily part ways with that specific wave as it is an act that is bound to leave a sweet taste on your all delicate palate.

2006 was a great year as far as I am concerned. As I mentioned in a previous review, it was the year when The Day the Country Died was published and the Overground compilation Anti-Society was released, both of which, although they were, strictly speaking, unrelated, worked together to open up further musical and subcultural perspectives and gave momentum to the nerd machine I was steadily becoming by exposing anarchopunk greats to avid me. Moreover, with Zidane headbutting Materazzi in the World Cup final because of what was basically a "your mum is so fat that" joke, probably costing France the game (or so goes the national tragedy anyway and the official narrative), 2006 was very close to being the perfect year indeed. The stenchcore revival was at its peak and I still had a perfect hairline. What could go wrong?

Just like for many other bands, I first heard of the Leeds-based Icon A.D. through the aforementioned cd compilation and the song "Seeing is believing" which was actually an unreleased number from the band that was supposed to appear on a third Ep that never saw the light of day. Luckily enough, miraculously even, Overground Record released the same year the band's discography, Lest we Forget, shortly after Anti-Society. Truth be told the label focused meaningfully on anarchopunk in the mid-00's with retrospective records of The Mob, Rubella Ballet Naked or The Disrupters, all of which swiftly landed in my collection. Cd's were probably not as uncool then as they are now and must have still sold, but interestingly Overground reissued both Icon A.D. and The System's discography on vinyl just a couple of years ago, a sensible move considering most of the record-buying public no longer buy cd's. 

To get back to Icon A.D. I was obviously as proud as a peacock parading on an Aldi carpark to know a band people from my generation were manifestly so uninterested in. And still are for the most part. Just like The Sears, Icon A.D. never seemed to garner much interest outside of some old-timers' who were really into them and almost always quite dithyrambic. Punk works in mysterious ways I guess especially since, like The Sears again, Icon A.D. had a great-looking Flux-like logo that would just look amazing on the jacket of any Insta-obsessed comrade. The London bias that prevailed in the 80's certainly made it more difficult for bands from the North to get noticed, although their Ep's did do well in the indie charts, but these days the equalizing factor and the decontextualization of music through streaming as dominant cultural practice significantly undermines this aspect as most people cannot even be bothered to check where bands are actually from. At the end of the day, I suppose only the real ones know, or care to.

Don't Feed us Shit is close to being a perfect record. It has everything, from the fantastic memorable tunes you can instantly hum to, the upbeat spontaneous, almost naive, energy, the poppy dual female vocals, it is an Ep that has stood the test of time better than a lot of 80's UK bands can claim. The record opens with a riff reminiscent of the Cockney Rejects but the song quickly goes in a more melodic, positive way as if the Londoners had been fed exclusively on Lost Cherrees or A-Heads. Icon A.D. were primarily an old-school punk-rock band (not to mention a family affair with husband, wife and some siblings) and sounded closer to the original '77 wave of punk than the Crass tribes but with an anthemic quality that unmistakably tied them to the subsequent 80's wave, like a Demob or No Choice for instance. As a result Icon A.D. is a band that can appeal to many people and they often get some airplay whenever my mum comes for tea (oddly enough she was never that much into Chaos UK or Disorder). A genuine classic that never disappoints from.

Don't feed us shit!

  

THE SYSTEM "The Warfare" Ep, 1982

The System. A very special band indeed. Fair enough the name is a little strange, if not eyebrow-raising, and whereas I feel like I am the coolest cat in the neighbourhood when I am wearing my The System shirt, passersby look mightily unimpressed ("The system? Well, what about it? Does this prat think he incarnates the System?" I hear them think) definitely because they can't be arsed to spot "is murder" at the bottom and not because I am well into my forties, am about as unthreatening as a 5 year old and yet still believe I'm gonna make it in the wrestling business. But then I often treat them with Coitus or Genital Deformities shirts so I suppose they are also relieved that, for once, my great clothing style does not cause property values to drop. Oh well. I live in social housing so I really don't care.

One of my fondest memories of The System was when my best mate and I, admittedly very drunk, blasted the Thought Control Lp at full volume in the middle of the night many moons ago and started dancing around the coffee table in the living room in some sort of crusty danse macabre, singing along to the brilliant tunes like tuneless crows and clapping our hands like foolish happy seals. Because that's what really set The System apart from a lot of their anarchopunk peers in the 80's: the bloody great punk tunes. Of course the anarcho wave was replete with bands using tunefulness and melodies to get their point across but what worked so well with The System was that they borrowed theirs from the first wave of UK punk rather than poppier stuff like Zounds or Lost Cherrees for instance. I first ran into this Wigan-based act (up North, a name made famous by Orwell) through the aforementioned Thought Control Lp that I ordered directly from the Skuld Releases website sometime in the early/mid 00's. I trusted the label like a skinhead trusts his braces: faithfully. I expected Skuld Releases to deliver and it almost always did although on paper it was odd to see the label release in 1997 an Lp recorded in 1983 by a British anarchopunk band. Needless to say that it was great to be able to say that I technically owned an original record of this beloved wave of mine. That was well before I sold a kidney in order to buy the original pressings of their Ep's. Throught Control provided ace punk songs to sing along to and it sounded like the ideal break from all the dark crust that was omnipresent then.

As I alluded to, The System took their sense of tunes and catchy songwriting from the so-called '77 wave, something guitar player Andy clearly points out in The Day the Country Died. Whereas many anarcho bands from 1981 on started out influenced by Crass and their early followers, The System had been playing together since 1980 and the members had all been dicking around in bands since 1978 so that a large part of their influences, in terms of melodies and versatility and impeccable hooks and catchy compositions, can be located in bands like Slaughter and the Dogs, Crisis, Menace or The Ruts. And of course, the band remained gritty too, and on that level there is also something of the Upstarts in The System, and of course, it is undeniable that when they quickly got to tour regularly with bands like Flux of Pink Indians and the Crass Records crew the band also conveyed a tribal anarcho vibe and the appropriate politics. The System stands as one of these rather rare anarchopunk bands that can appeal to any punk-rock lovers. The music offers tuneful anthems you can sing along to in the shower (you don't actually have to shower, just being in the bathroom works just as well), it sounds aggressive enough to please your average UK82 believer and they have that melancholy, moody atmosphere that will speak to the vegan anarcho crowd and . In the end, just fantastic catchy punk-rock with a message.

The Warfare Ep was released in 1982 on Spiderleg Records, the label run by Flux of Pink Indians (The System's drummer would actually record the song "Tapioca sunrise" with Flux later on) notorious for releasing records by Subhumans and Amebix, and it includes three memorable punk songs produced by Penny Rimbaud, an unbeatable clue that it will have that typical "anarcho sound" that we've grown to associate with that scene. Opening with, arguably, the band's most iconic anthemic number "Dogs of war" with its infectious, boisterous chorus, the Ep has one of my all-time favourite anarchopunk songs: "Their corrupting ways". With its dark guitar leads, its hypnotic bass lines and its potent, passionate chorus, it is the perfect 80's blend of angry old-school punk-rock and postpunk. There are few punk songs that I consider perfect in the sense that they could not be better and I would not change anything about them (Demob's "No room for you", Naked's "Mid 1930's" and The Samples' "Dead heroes" are other significant examples) and "Their corrupting ways" is one of them. The very Flux-ish third song "Nervous breakdown" is another definite win of course with its heavy tribal rhythms (they did love those beats back then) and its simple structure and riffs, just a good way to make The Warfare stand out among the dozens of UK punk records released in 1982. And let's not forget the great artwork with several paintings (and the traditional foldout poster) illustrating the themes of the songs and, while they are no Otto Dix, they absolutely scream "1980's" and look sincere and original. Great stuff. The next year saw the release of the Is Murder Ep, another stellar punk Ep but I do prefer their first one. 

This copy has some patent surface noise so you've got the full English breakfast here. The band's first Ep's and a full demo can be found on the ...Is Still Murder reissue on Overground Records that is still available (on vinyl, the 2005 cd version with additional songs, among which a song from The Insane (!) by mistake, is of course out-of-print. The band is still going, albeit in a different version, and still really good by the way.     

The SYSTEM

EXIT-STANCE "Crime against humanity" Ep, 1984

The transience of punk bands' popularity is a phenomena that should be studied one day. It is dictated by contexts and trends, by fashion and by how what is deemed worthy of likability is connected with who loves it and why they do. I feel it was not so long (although it probably was a while ago actually I just do not want to admit the passing of time) that few people from the "DIY hardcore scene" around me gave little if any fuck about Exit-Stance. Punk bands connected with Conflict were associated with either mohawked punks or crusties, two tribes renowned for asking for cigarettes, or worse some change, at gigs which is generally frowned upon by the heavily tattooed New Balance-wearing population. Anarcho bands like Hagar the Womb had a clear tie to Conflict through Mortarhate Records, run by Conflict's frontman Colin, but because they were catchy and a bit pop-oriented, they were officially cleared to be listened to. Milton Keyne's Exit-Stance did not have this luck and their heavy, beefy and direct approach at first did little to convince large segments of "da scene" to give them a go. 

Well, I did pay a bit more to be honest.

The black-clad crews of course already knew about one of the most potent and original bands of this peculiar punk wave - or they brilliantly pretended to by posting Youtube videos - when vintage anarchopunk and its insta-friendly visuals started to enjoy a larger comeback in the mid 10's and have become, I believe, well respected since then. I also think that the recent appreciation for the band's old material can be linked to the success of Berlin's Industry, a very fine band highly influenced by the classic Exit-Stance sound - by which I mean their first Lp A Self Portrait At The Stage Of Totalitarian Domination Of All Aspects Of Life is basically a tribute and even included a cover of "They kill dogs" - that has been playing many of the coolest punk festivals and, helped by its second Lp being released on London's La Vida Es Un Mus, a label whose reputation and reach pretty much ensure your band will be touring and enjoying great distribution, managed to appeal to many people far outside the International Federation of Anarchopunk Nerds - I happen to be the leader of the French chapter and subscriptions are open. 

On the one hand, witnessing new people, even those who wouldn't know their Icons of Filth from their Anti-System, uttering dithyrambic perorations about Exit-Stance is positive because, first, I also love the band and, second, it allows me to say that I knew them first and mastered their discography since those intensive anarchopunk classes, given by some proper old-timers with bad backs who owned the original records, I took in 2003. On the other hand, it makes me want to behave like a dick and pompously explain that three members of Exit-Stance originally played in the bizarrely named Ethnic Minority, "didn't you know? What a shame, I thought that people wearing an Exit-Stance badge would. And were you aware of Bristol's Exit-Stance, an excellent punky goth band? Yeah, nah, I thought not". But at the end of the day, I do thank Industry for at least making people checking the band and, who knows, maybe other similarly influenced bands would pop up and I would have to shut up for once.

In any case the first Ep of Exit-Stance - a particularly and laughably hard name to pronounce for a French person - subtly entitled Crime Against Humanity stands as one of anarchopunk's hardest and most intense works of the 80's. The three songs included on the Ep were recorded during the same session as "Operation successful", a song specially recorded to appear on Mortarhate's very successful Who? What? Why? When? Where? compilation Lp that showcased the band's strengths that put them on the punk map: punishingly heavy tribal beats, hypnotic guitar riffs and some of the most aggressive, most frontal, angriest vocal flow and prosody of the genre. As a listener you get the impression that that mental lad at the back of the bus decided to sit right next to you and started shouting at you about political violence, oppression and ecology for 7 minutes like an anarchist doomsday sayer. When you mention Exit-Stance people will rave about the incredible, and yet seemingly simple, drumming and the impassioned vocals reminiscent of Conflict or Icons of Filth but arguably even more pissed off. In The Day the Country Died bass player Jevs reveals that the drummer was really into Killing Joke and I like the idea that Exit-Stance blended the heavy tribal beats of this band with the more primitive approach of mid-paced songs from Chaos UK or Disorder or even Flux of Pink Indians and with the angry rants of Conflict, or indeed, Crass. Of course it would be silly to think that the band did it consciously but from the safe place of retrospection it makes sense. 

This is an absolute classic and if you read this you are probably already well aware of it. I don't know why it was not released on Mortarhate like the mini-album While Backs Are Turned in 1985 but on its sub-label Fight Back. Quite surprising. Something to do with pressing numbers? Another hidden reason? It had nothing to do with styles as records from Vex or Legion of Parasites were released under the Fight Back banner. The fact that Crime Against Humanity has not been reissued yet is rather shocking but the Mortarhate (and therefore Fight Back) catalogue having been sold, it is Radiation Reissues that takes care of the operations and from what I see they almost never do Ep's. But then Legion of Parasites' Undesirable Guests originally on Fight Bacl as well was eventually reissued on General Speech so who knows what will happen with Exit-Stance's jewel. 

Exit-Stance of Humanity

   

 

DIRT "Object Refuse Reject Abuse" Ep, 1981

When feeling blue, a lot of people indulge in what they call "comfort food" in order to feel better. Something familiar, predictable that brings back - if temporarily - that feeling of safety and warmth. Granted, some of that "comfort food" must be called "comfort booze," and "comfort hangover," afterwards but I suppose it fulfills the same purpose: getting over shit through what you intimately like, through familiarity, for instance through greasy crisps, a can of cider and the blasting of Why - not that I would ever need to be comforted, I just bought my second yacht thanks to Terminal Sound Nuisance and the fourth attempt at hair transplants seems to have finally worked as my scalp is not as purulent as last time (that one Turkish barber advertised on Youtube was dodgy indeed in the end, I should have been more cautious). I am a spoilt man.

From my tiny spot in this big bad world, a good way to feel better, if only briefly, is, of course, to play a vintage UK anarchopunk records that I have listened to death for the past 25 years and whose corners, circumvolutions, flaws and every single tiny details I have learnt to love. Just as important to this comfort-seeking enterprise is the exact memory of where and when I first bumped into the band, in this case Dirt. It's funny how you can remember - usually fondly, even though it might have been a crap show - gigs that took place so long ago but are barely able to name the opening bands of last Tuesday's concert. I bought my first Dirt record on October, 4th, 2002, at an Inner Terrestrials gig in a venue called Fahrenheit near Paris. Unless you were there at the time, there is little chance that you have ever heard of this venue but it used to play an important role in the alternative punk scene between 1984 and 2008. For the record Nirvana played there in December, 1989 in front of a manifestly rather scarce audience although listening to some old-timers who suddenly pretend to have been there indeed you would think they played to a full house.

But back to my petty story. At this Inner Terrestrial gig, a band I really enjoyed then and still do, Active Distribution had come along and they had set a little distro table with political fanzines I would mostly pretend to be interested in in order to look cool and sophisticated and a couple of cd's the label had put out among which was Dirt's double cd discography Black and White, referenced as Active 1 for you nerds and originally released in 1997 so I suppose I was lucky to find it at all for cheap then (it now goes for more than 40 euros on Discogs). I am aware everybody hates cd's these days because they have no cachet - and because Stranger Things is set at a time when they did not exist yet they will therefore forever be deemed unworthy of coolness and of viral Tik Tok videos - but the cd version included two amazing unreleased songs that were not on the vinyl version. Who's the fool now, huh? 

I would be lying if I said it was love at first sight between Dirt and I and it did take me some time to get used to Deno's unhinged shrieks, especially on the band's early years. When I did totally get it, I couldn't help but think how disturbing and challenging the vocals would have been 20 years before, back when it originally came out. By then female vocals in punk were still tacitly expected to have some melody, some tunefulness to them. Of course, punk-rock questioned gender norms and expectations and bands like X-Ray Spex, Crass of course or Vice Squad did challenge the conventional image of female rock singers and while there were evidently angry and passionate political female rock singers before punk, they did not really sound angry and did not shout in the microphone like demented howls if you know what I mean. Dirt took things one step further in 1981 with Deno sounding deliciously tuneless on this first Ep and showing no pretense of any intellectualism (unlike Crass I guess) or of any London art schools bollocks or of poster punk stardom. The legendary repetition of "Object refuse! Reject Abuse!" concluding "Democracy" remains an iconic (as Gen Z's would say) bit of anarchopunk history and the best way to deter burglars. 

It is easy but nevertheless true to claim that a Dirtless world would have been more boring and many a young punk - female or male actually - might have been influenced by the strident vocal style and by the efficient simplicity of these four songs and thusly galvanised into action. On this level, I would personally argue that Dirt's snotty punky discordance was as important as Chaos UK or Disorder's, although their influence may have been more circumscribed to the anarcho realms (this is very difficult to assess from our perspective as many local scenes then were not as split and tribalism not as prevalent as we can imagine and people freely listened to all sorts of punk and besides, let's keep in mind that no less than 13000 copies of Dirt's Ep were sold at the time). 

In any case, and if the amount of patches and shirts still worn today is any indication (which it probably isn't, the band may just prove to be more Insta-compatible), Dirt remain one of the most loved anarchopunk bands of the era. As mentioned the crazy, defiant shrieky vocals of Deno are still what they are primarily known for - for good reasons as they still sound so mental and spontaneous almost 50 years later as I got to experience by playing the band to my "I listen to a bit of everything" work colleagues - but I would venture that the three-chords simplicity, the raw sound, the energy, the distortion, the primitive tribal beats, the frontal punk vibe and the dual vocals (let's not discard Gary's ace vocals as well) all make this Ep an absolute 80's punk classic. Of course, a less thoughtful, more direct version of Crass is an obvious point of comparison as they definitely borrowed their mentors' love for noise and distortion - and let's not forget to mention that the Ep was obviously produced by Penny Rimbaud whose very precise, strict, inimitable ideas of what bands were meant to sound like went on to define what we know call "the classic anarcho sound". Rereading Glasper's The Day the Country Died I noticed Gary mentioned that they would listen to 6 Minute War a lot in the band's very early days and that Dirt was at first basically a faster, noisier version of their songwriting, which makes a lot of sense sense; and I personally would throw The Epileptics/The Licks in the mix as well - albeit in a much spikier mood. Finally, one might contend that Dirt's long-standing popularity also has to do with their image that, along with their music, was significantly more punk than a lot of their anarcho comrades like Flux, The Mob or Omega Tribe who were often discarded as "bourgeois" or "hippie shit" by the spikes'n'studs crews, especially in the pre social media days. But Dirt never were, perhaps because of the punk-as-fuck spontaneity of their sound, they were paradoxically easier to listen to alongside Chaos UK, The Exploited or The Business, and because later on they reformed before it was fashionable to do so and toured with DIY crusty hardcore bands like Hellkrusher or Final Warning and played many DIY festivals and squat gigs in the 90's, they definitely maintained that anarchopunk street cred, all of these elements making them such a respected and beloved band.

So yeah, there's nothing like Deno's vocals when you are looking for comfort and now that I think of it the band foes very well with a cold can of cider and some crisps. 6 minutes and 30 seconds of delight.

Object Refuse Reject Abuuuuuuse

    

PROFOSS "S/t" tape Ep, 2018

Sweden. The only country in the world where toddlers are lulled to sleep with the Mob 47 double cd discography and teenagers have to learn all of Zlatan's punchlines for their high-school finals (of course, I will stick to the first proposition of the theorem in this review). I have been told by a renowned anthropologist (also known as my mate Paul) that a common rite of passage for Swedish teens includes listening to the same d-beat song, relentlessly, until studs grow out of their backs, thus being deemed an adult ready to take on the big bad world and attend punk festivals. Sounds pretty legit to me. He also told me that an ancient 80's punk mating ritual was to sing the lyrics of Asta Kask's first three Ep's for a whole week standing under the window of your betrothed. The recipient of these horrendous serenades often went insane and it was not uncommon to see the singers being attacked by wolves because they were often really shit singers. This does make one shudder and I think we should all be thankful for the disappearance of such inhuman and cruel customs and glad to welcome modernity with its more progressive practices of dick pics or toxic dating apps. I am still partial to a bit of Asta Kask though.

So yeah, Swedish punk it is then. Profoss (meaning provost in English) was a rather short-lived band from Malmö belonging to the long käng hardcore tradition, that specific brand of fast, hard-hitting, raw punk music spawned by post-Discharge hardcore punk acts like Anti-Cimex, Shitlickers or Mob 47. It would be overambitious to do a comprehensive history of what quickly became its own hardcore genre (and I may not be the most qualified for this to be honest) but undeniably, not only did the style always maintain its level of popularity nationally (quantity often matching quality), but it spread progressively to all parts of the world throughout the following decades. I sometimes thought of the early examples of the genre as being conceptually more furious, faster versions of the Varukers (who came to life a little before), meaning a Discharge-influenced punk sound but harder. I don't see, however, proper käng bands as d-beat bands - although the common overarching Discharge influence somewhat makes the qualifier unavoidable. Both subgenres are close cousins and inbreeding is not rare but the distinction must be made in terms of scope, d-beat bands relying solely on Discharge and on bands relying solely on Discharge while käng bands work on a wider array of bands. If you want to be a pedant twat during parties, feel free to find a poor innocent bastard and proceed to explain to him or her all the crucial artistic differences between Meanwhile's d-beat, Warcollapse's crust and Diskonto's käng. It always goes well.

One band that has seemingly never been as popular as they are today is Totalitär. There are, I think, several reasons why the band (who ironically played very few shows) reached a widespread cult status. The riffing has to be the main one as Totalitär's guitar player always came up with riffs that were a bit more complex than your usual dischargey scandicore ones but often proved to be catchier and more rocking without being rock'n'roll (if that makes sense). As a result, the songs can be more memorable and have a wider appeal than, say, Svart Parad's primitive writing. Totalitär's sound is dynamic, energetic, raw but palatable, aggressive and angry but not brutal and their discography is solid and consistent when most other 80's bands folded after releasing just a couple of Ep's "back in the day". I myself prefer Anti-Cimex's impact or Mob 47's unparalleled energy but Totalitär's indisputable hooks and hardcore essence make them a genuine classic punk band. However, there were very few strict Totalitär style bands up until the 2010's. Even during the 90's when d-beat and crust solidified Discharge as Sweden's favourite flavour, I cannot think of any band sounding significantly like Totalitär. There were, to be sure, bands with rocking riffs (like Uncurbed for instance) and bands with a distinct raw käng sound (notably in Uppsala) that could be said to have a Totalitär influence (like Abuse maybe) but none that were primarily Totalitär influenced. Enter the 2010's and bands like Profoss.

For once France was not late to the party and in fact might have had a good hand in getting the table ready with Bordeaux' Gasmask Terrör's early 2010's recordings (and to some extent Architects of Death from 2008) showing clear signs of consummate Totalitär love. Things had been cooking for a little while though and a band like Skitkids significantly heralded what was to come while Fy Fan certainly started to piece it together. Swedish bands did not dick around for long and Malmö's Infernöh showed everyone how it was perfectly done and it wouldn't be far-fetched to claim that to this day Infernöh's totalicore remains the benchmark. Unsurprisingly Profoss had a member in common with Infernöh, Jona who also played in the aforementioned Fy Fan and it was recorded at Blakklodge Studio that is run by Jonas another members of Infernöh (it seems to have been a fairly popular name for people from that generation). Perhaps surprisingly, two members of Terrible Feelings, a band I personally really enjoy but I know many dislike. Their bad. 

What makes Profoss so good and one of my personal favourite Totalitär style bands is how they managed to balance the riffing style and the hoarse furious vocals you're bound to expect in this template with a pummeling production that confers a relentlessness reminiscent of '84 Anti-Cimex or 90's Swedish d-beat bands. As a consequence the recording sounds absolutely unstoppable and the expertise is second to none. The band even dared to include two mid-paced numbers (one very Uncurbed-dining-at-Totalitär while the other is a top notch Discharge scorcher) for the kids to mosh and go crazy in the pit while middle-aged punks stand at the back with their arms nodding. There is one additional song on the tape version (released on Pissed Off Records, a Malaysian label that released materials from Fy Fan, Crutches or Tarantüla before this one) so that even if you own Adult Crash's vinyl version there would be some benefits for you. It's unfortunate that Profoss did not soldier for long and I would have loved to see more goodness from a band that epitomised raw and potent Swedish hardcore.

Profoss       

Last Night a D-Beat Saved My Life (part 21): REGIMEN DE TERROR "S/t" Ep, 2023

This is going to be the last part of this wonderful series and I won't probably be writing about d-beat for a good few years because I have officially run out of epithets and attributes to qualify this peculiar emphatically and crucially redundant punk subgenre. And to wrap this all up, I would like to introduce you to what was undoubtedly my favourite d-beat record of 2023: Regimen de Terror's second Ep. 

A couple of years ago I did a compilation entitled The Beat to End All Beats (that was incidentally removed from youtube for "inappropriate content" which is pretty hilarious considering all the turds floating around on this platform) illustrating the explosion of the d-beat trend from the early 90's to the mid 00's. Well, if you will pardon a self-reference, this Ep could be considered as "the d-beat to end all d-beats". From all the records that I tackled in this series, Regimen de Terror's is not just the one that sounds the most just like Discharge, as it can be argued that it is not humanly possible (I shudder at the thought of what AI could do to our D) to sound closer to Discharge (in the present case to Why). The quest has never been deprived of contenders, some very talented ones getting undeniably close to the Holy Grail, but this two-piece might take the cake and have almost achieved something that is both the ultimate goal to reach and yet an unthinkable taboo: actually sounding just like Discharge. Do we really want a band that actually sounds just like Discharge? Or just love the idea of it? Do we just want bands who strive and crave to achieve the unachievable, something both romantic and rather unreasonable that cannot and must not be achieved? Isn't the journey and the struggle, the process, the cult, the quest the whole point? What happens if the coyote finally catches the roadrunner? A feeling of pointlessness or the sentiment of victory and satisfaction? 

In any case, Regimen de Terror is a two man operation run by Mikel from Spain and none other than Janne Jutila, a d-beat legend (he's on the drums obviously) who played in Time Square Preachers or Dismachine and owns D-takt studio. He was in charge of the mixing and mastering and you can tell he knows how to express his abundant love for Discharge. I mean, the man lives and breaths d-beat, he probably had "Decontrol" as his wedding song for all I know. To be fair, strong, energetic and dynamic is the actual Discharge beat on this Ep and he does not stray from the canonical path (the one and only "undischargy" moment is the Japanese style opening roll on "Visiones del futuro" but I am being picky). The riffs are straight out of Why and are played with conviction and aggression. The vocals are in Spanish, which, because of the sonorities and scansion of the language, brings some classic local dis-bands to the table, but to be honest, they sound a lot more like Cal holidaying in Barcelona than MG15. The accentuation is superb and confers to the songs a genuine and almost disturbing Discharge vibe. Inside the paroxysmal restrictive obsession of d-beat, Regimen de Terror manage to create an even narrower path, almost touching the last pint glass that Cal drank out of during the last gig of the Why lineup (the d-beat equivalent of the Holy Grail for Christians). The quest might be a shibboleth but if it were to be achieved, would the gates of Hell actually open?

This very fun, very angry, very energetic raw d-beat Ep was released on La Vida Es Un Mus (because Paco deep down loves his "just-like-Discharge" d-beat) and I am sure you can find it easily. 

Regimen de d-beat terror 

Last Night a D-Beat Saved My Life (part ): SMELL CORPSES "5 track" tape Ep, 2022

If there is one thing that punk taught me - beside the fact that poor hygiene can be considered a proof of one's dedication to the movement by platinum punks (to my mother's eternal despair, I must say) - it is that it's an international movement. One that we should value for it. While the random wanker on the street will probably only listen to popular mainstream American pop music and its local equivalent (because who doesn't want to be American?), the proud punk, the one who cares, who connects, who is blissfully oblivious to basic tuning and fiercely unbothered with dodgy musicianship, will fearlessly strive to discover noisy music that most people won't listen to anyway, done by fellow punks all around the planet. The knowledge that we are part of a worldwide DIY underground movement always felt quite glorious and vertiginous at the same time. Sycophantic me, I know.

But how is that possible in a world that looks so fragmented, polarized, dislocated, dangerous, rooted in prejudice, fear and high shipping costs? There is no easy answer to this but I am sure clever people who have been provided with grants from official institutions to explore this issue as part of their PHD program and publish a thesis that no actual punks are going to read will come up with something major. In the meantime here is my pissant take on the subject: punks basically share a common language. In spite of all our differences, we understand the language of punk. Because of the tremendous diversity of backgrounds, we all have specific stories to tell and there is no denying the very real impact that historical processes, to be understood materialistically, have had on all of us. Living conditions, gender, race, poverty, national origins, all define and sometimes divide us and even I am not enough of a naive zealot to believe that owning a Doom patch suddenly makes everything alright. And yet, we share a tacit common language, a common set of cultural references, shared DIY practices, a penchant for spiky hair and the habit of being chased down the streets by hard blokes on mopeds. And we all love Discharge, right?

Whenever I hear the average vapid Joe (or Olaf or Carlos or Piotr or Jean or however dull people are idiosyncratically known as in your area) claims that he listens to "a bit of everything" when what he really means is that he listens to any old crap that he is subjected to when shopping at Asda, I feel like getting my Smell Corpses tape out of my pocket and make him listen to it while patronizingly explaining that this is my version of listening to a bit of everything: the usual d-beat raw punk formula tastefully done by a punk band from Thailand. I'm sure this was what Marx meant when he claimed that workers of the world should unite.   

So Smell Corpses are from Thailand, from Phisanulok to be accurate, in the North of the country (not that I would initially have known since I have never been) and this delightful recording of d-beat raw punk seems to be their first gift to the Gods of D. Or is it? The band also appeared on a DVD compilation released in 2018 entitled Kawakami Forever 2017 and including Singapore-based bands like Lifelock or Braincëll who have already been dealt with on Terminal Sound Nuisance. Of course, I am going in circles but who isn't? As for the present recording, it was originally self-released as a cdr in 2018 and reissued on tape first in 2021 on the Japanese label Harimau Asia (who also released material from The Rebel Riot from Burma) and then in 2022 on Full Force Hardcore Destruction, a reliable label responsible for tapes from Lifelock or Declaration, both bands that already paid a visit to this series. As I said, going in circles.

With such honourable connections, the careful reader will have understood that Smell Corpses deal in noisy d-beat with a taste for distortion and for the Japanese style. The production is, indeed, quite raw and unpolished but it conveys a sense of urgency and direction that fits the genre. I am reminded of the early days of D-Clone and Contrast Attitude in its most primitive form (the vocals do not lie) but the band still keeps that nightmarish hypnotic vibe that characterizes the Disclose sound or indeed that of Disease. Of course I like it a lot. The last two songs are sung in the Thai language and I have to say it is the first time I hear a punk band in this language and it sounds great and completely d-beat compatible. 

This tape is for the d-beat raw punk diehards, for people who like it noisy and genuine and who support the international d-beat mafia. If you are brave enough the band the Thai label Inhuman Assault released Smell Corpses' second tape Slaughter Still Continues in 2023. Trigger warning: it might harm posers.

SMELL CORPSES

Last Night a D-Beat Saved My Life (part 19): BURNING//WORLD "Peace is no reality" 12'' Ep, 2022

Great men, when faced with uncertainty and chaos, are know to take hard but just decisions while staring mysteriously into the horizon burdened with a truth only they know. This kind of shit. I cannot be called great by any stretch of the imagination, unless you are weird enough to associate greatness with owning a massive albeit rather childish amount of Antisect shirts (unsurprisingly my mum does not belong to that category), but when I dived into the substantial d-beat section of my record collection - it does take at least half of it - in order to select works for this series, tough choices had to be made and I stood tall and made them, cold-hearted, with unshakable resolve. So in a sense, I was kinda great I suppose. However some picks were easy indeed and Burning//World might have been the very first name I wrote down on my list for several reasons upon which I shall presently elaborate.

Peace is no reality, for all its d-beat brilliance (it didn't win the D-Beat of the Year award in 2022 for nothing), did not enjoy the same publicity as other bands dicking around in the same school yard and therefore it felt like a logical choice to rave a bit about the band on Terminal Sound Nuisance what with it being the blog of the underdogs and all. This said, and this is very interesting and revealing, Burning//World still attracted enough attention to garner a number of dithyrambic reviews, actual reviews with arguments, with points being made, analysis, genuine narrative description and unbridled passion (one of them by none other than Jackie Crust War and he knows his shit). In a world where people can't usually be arsed to communicate with much more than memes or emojis or, on the contrary at the other end of the spectrum, offer ridiculously pseudo-intellectual descriptions of punk records "reinventing the punk narrative" in order to sell them at high prices, it was nice and, yes, fun to read decent punk reviews that felt honest in their enthusiasm and read as both very earnest and yet not deprived of ironic self-awareness. I mean, we're dealing with a "just-like-Disclose" band not a Debussy-inspired free jazz orchestra. The label Blown Out Media compiled them on the bandcamp page of the recording so you can take a look for yourself. This very relative abundance of thought-out praises for a simple and very niche d-beat record only confirmed what I instantly knew: Peace is no reality is bound to become a minor d-beat classic in the years to come and not just because the world will actually burn.

I am for once not going to delve on the specifics of the music because others already did it with accuracy and I basically agree with all the terms of endearment. Burning//World go for the Disclose-covering-Disaster-with-Framtid's-intensity-and-Disease's-boundless-fanaticism and they hit very hard, so hard that this might be what set them a little above the friendly and non-hierarchical competition. Heavy riffs, superb distortion, pummeling drums, Kawakamish vocals, this is an artfully made relentless barrage of noizy d-beat raw punk that mirrors the horrors of a world that never stopped burning, it has the ideal length and the songs tell a great story together. 

One does not just stumble upon Burning//World's sonic attack of perfectly executed homage to Dis culture while casually looking for the latest fancy hardcore band online. There is no hype just pure love and anger. You already knew what you were looking for, no need for surprise, there was a hole in your heart that needed to be filled with D love and this is your therapeutic dose. This record is something one seeks for militant confirmation and cultural affirmation, there is no coincidence here. Peace is no reality is a dog whistle for Disclose fans, it is both perfect and cryptic in its reiteration and if it is to become indeed a classic for the initiates, it will be one that unites an already close circle. It is always perfectly in control of what it aims at achieving and for whom (I assume it is a studio project precisely for that reason) and I cannot find any flaws to this record. I mean, it even has a bloody obi.

This crucial confidential record was released on Blown Out Media, a label from Albuquerque I have been following very closely for a couple of years (I mean, they do use the Disaster font and I am an easy man to please) that displays taste for passionate niche raw hardcore punk like Svaveldioxid, Krash or Forclose (yes). If you ever bump into this jewel, grab the fucker immediately.

Burning//D-Beat World