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For
no frills rock and roll look here. For blunt in your face punk
rock without intention of fame and glamour look here. For garage
rock at its most minimal expression, no gimmicks on the side,
look here. And that’s garage rock I am talking about for fuck’s
sake. The day that subgenre gets fancy and technical shall be
the day heaven gets scorching hot.
Anyway, Atlanta’s The Carbonas perfectly embody all that which is good about early
punk rock. It’s minimal; a couple of chords repeated about a
hundred times in the span of two minutes. A nice sticky melody
hovering all over the music and your room the same way 50’s rock
and roll used to embellish the lives of all thinking
suburbanites at the time. And that’s kind of the hook here, you
see. Much like the Ramones and minimalist bands The Carbonas
obviously worships, like Eater, it’s pretty obvious that punk
rock like this has much of its roots based in early rock and
roll. Whether the five guys from The Carbonas look that back in
the past for inspiration is anyone’s guess.
Something
that stuck to me about this record; I checked it out in my car a
few times. I had it playing non stop for about three days. I
knew it was good from the getgo especially because of all the
energy that it spewed out, but it just didn’t stick. The riffs
sounded small. I do not mean that in a negative way. The
production is flawless by the way. Very raw but with punch. What
I mean by small is their construction. They are short and played
at such speed they sound even shorter. Listening to them
carefully on headphones, the guitars just grab you by the balls,
but back in my car on my way to and from work…this wasn’t
passing the test.
Maybe I
should have just blasted this fucker up to feel The Carbonas raw
energy. Everything else makes sense. I like the overall vibe of
the band, because it seems so sincere. From the b/w photo of the
band for cover - whether it’s a nod to The Ramones or not is
irrelevant-, to the production, to their delivery, this just is
what it is. This is pure rock and roll. No gimmicks, no poses,
just five dudes playing sincere music with their balls in their hands.
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