Philadelphia based raw thrashy punk. This 3 piece band, rage through 13 songs in a little over 15 minutes. Fast precise hard hitting drums, loud distorted guitar that flirt with chaotic, noisy effects compliment dynamic and aggressive vocals that have just the right amount of snot and grit Their sound touches on classic 80’s hardcore, whilst paying homage to poppy and metal influences. Musically its amazing how big sounding this sounds for just drums and one guitar player. At points it reminds me of SEPTIC DEATH or VOID if they were influenced by HENRY FIATS OPEN SORE & GORILLA BISCUITS, and even a touch of early SONIC YOUTH (mostly guitar wise).
Blur/blender hardcore with a heritage that owes tips of the hat to Spazz and is in a contemporary league with Brain F? and Rose Cross. This may be exhibiting how dumb I am, but when I first heard “electro-hardcore” over fifteen years ago, I was thinking of Spent Flesh, not Atari Teenage Riot. Spent Flesh is way more punk than hyperventilating techno. It doesn’t hurt that the band’s punk-informed up the wazoo: snippet odes to several Bad Brains riffs, wig-flipping nods to Hüsker Dü in the lyrics, locked grooves at the end of each side. Is it possible to simultaneously move the clock backwards and forwards? Does that fuck up the time-space continuum, like in those Back to the Future movies? One can only hope. Spent Flesh is the hovering skateboards of hardcore and simultaneously the white-light pain one feels after falling ten feet directly onto concrete. –Todd Taylor
Jesus! What a glorious mess of a record. Super-spastic, thrashing, three-piece (no bassist) making half-belligerent, maddening music. DEAN DIRG meets THE REATARDS in a bar in Philly. Possible musical inspiration: SLIGHT SLAPPERS, blenders, and benders. Totally righteously—and ridiculously—fucked up and awesome. – Daryl