Today you're getting one of those songs that I chance upon by a band I'm unfamiliar with but who then proceed to knock my socks off. The band are called Punter, they're from Melbourne and they feature a line up of Dawn Service (Bass guitar), Murray Darling (Drums, backing vocals), Lawyer X (Guitar, backing vocals) and Ash Wednesday (Guitar, lead vocals). They've recently released a Demo cassette ep on Blow Blood Records and you can check it out here : https://blowbloodrecords.bandcamp.com/album/demo-cs-5
Their influences range from fellow Aussies Scab Eater, through melodic UK bands like Menace, The Jam and Eddie And The Hotrods via the harder hitting likes of External Menace and Motorhead. They say it's stompy hardcore with cleaner guitars and catchy melodies and that the idea is to play everything as hard as possible even when they would normally be powerpop riffs. I'm not going to disagree. To get an idea of what they sound like live I found this youtube video of the 3 RC Radio benefit from last July https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3WuyXCFy-M
Next Friday (10th Jan) sees them officially launch the ep with support from Intrusion, Commons and Future Suck. You can get more info here : https://www.facebook.com/events/2434907996618096/
My take on the demo is that it's an extremely promising 4 tracks of noisy, aggressive punk that reminds me in places of some of my favourite bands (Hank Wood And The Hammerheads, Chubby And The Gang...). There's plenty of melody in there but the band are kicking and punching the shit out of it. It's top stuff, I'm hoping we hear plenty more from them. This is my pick of the bunch, it's called A Minute's Silence...
Chuck a piss up at grave site. Beach front offense.
Jaeger bombs scream over head, hear the sound of the jet ski corps.
Chip off the ol' block, gunning pushie through the grid.
Monoculture, servo sunnies, can of Monster, pack of durries, fucken little shit.
Remember the martyr, laid down his life at Gallipoli
For prepackaged communities, stretched out as far as the eye can see,
it's Chemist Warehouse and Michel's Patisserie,
rendered brick and tin roof, mate. Forever.
House party in the suburbs, busted up by the dogs.
Coppers on horseback, cunts chuckin' rocks, Public Order Response.
Rising cost of ciggies, got your heart full of dread.
Kids kickin' holes in the walls of a derelict Asbestos shed.
Remember the martyr, laid down his life at Gallipoli
For Drum 'n' Bass and Ecstasy, Britannia's dear memory,
yeah, now how's the serenity? We'll send the ships back to the sea,
Herald Sons and Daughters sing with me:
We got the officers at every traino, with a holding cell around the back.
And a camera on every street corner, yeah he died - he fucken died for that.
And the officers at every traino, with a holding cell around the back.
And a camera on every street corner, yeah he died, cunt, he fucken died for that.
He fucken died for that.
Jaeger bombs scream over head, hear the sound of the jet ski corps.
Chip off the ol' block, gunning pushie through the grid.
Monoculture, servo sunnies, can of Monster, pack of durries, fucken little shit.
Remember the martyr, laid down his life at Gallipoli
For prepackaged communities, stretched out as far as the eye can see,
it's Chemist Warehouse and Michel's Patisserie,
rendered brick and tin roof, mate. Forever.
House party in the suburbs, busted up by the dogs.
Coppers on horseback, cunts chuckin' rocks, Public Order Response.
Rising cost of ciggies, got your heart full of dread.
Kids kickin' holes in the walls of a derelict Asbestos shed.
Remember the martyr, laid down his life at Gallipoli
For Drum 'n' Bass and Ecstasy, Britannia's dear memory,
yeah, now how's the serenity? We'll send the ships back to the sea,
Herald Sons and Daughters sing with me:
We got the officers at every traino, with a holding cell around the back.
And a camera on every street corner, yeah he died - he fucken died for that.
And the officers at every traino, with a holding cell around the back.
And a camera on every street corner, yeah he died, cunt, he fucken died for that.
He fucken died for that.
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