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For
all those that cried wolf when Refused decided to hang up its
political agenda, for all those whose winds receded in knots
when the flames of discontent stopped getting fanned, for all
those that shed a thousand and one tears of sadness when Refused
stopped being the force with the promise to shape punk, for all
those that slit their wrists with a butter knife when they heard
the throwback, vintage sound of the International Noise
Conspiracy because they thought it was too pussed out, not punk
enough and lacking musical discontent, for all those who thought
the raw pipes of Dennis Lyxzen would go to waste in singing
instead of yelling, and for all those that well…are in desperate
and dire need of a new record by Refused, well, here is the next
best most Refused-sounding band. It’s not Swedish, it actually
comes from northern Portugal, the city of Viana de Castelo to be
more precise.
But they are
pissed enough. Or at least they sound like it. Larkin play the
hardcore or the punk, and I guess we could safely say, they do
it Swedish style. Matter of fact, Larkin sounds so much like
Refused is almost embarrassing. Even the timid forays into jazz
that were audible and quite public in Refused’s milestone The
Shape of Punk to Come are here similarly laid, at ends and
starts, in the middle and sparsely peppered throughout. More
obvious than all, Lyxzen’s raw throaty (there should be a school
of vocalists named after him) has invaded, or we could actually
say, have possessed vocalist Nuno Teles. It’s blistering stuff,
I just wished Larkin had more of a proper identity and a sound
that they could at least for a second call their own. It helps
that Every Day Begs the Question is not a bad record by any
stretch of the imagination. On the contrary, there is no filler
in these eleven songs; while the guitar sound careens and shakes
and agitates like a boiling snake; the band keeps plenty busy
trying to reach a sound that is too much praised by all.
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