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Waco
Fuck rules. Not only do they have a great moniker but the title
of their latest album Paranoia is Total Awareness got me
thinking that we might have some sort of kinetic connection. I
always thought about how total awareness could take you to a
whole new level of understanding and could help you capture more
than intended. Back in college, my idea was that our minds were
like radios (I was on AM for sure); if tuned, it could all come
clear. If not, too much static would blur the message and we’d
end up in nuthouses. Or something along those lines. Regarding
paranoia; I know the feeling all to well. You have a bit of fun
and all of a sudden even your pet fish has an agenda, a motive
and a cover.
Musicwise
though, this Oceanside, California combo plays a furious
straight ahead irate punk rock hardcore that is brutal, violent,
fast and nasty enough to make you realize that grindcore need
not exist. If Waco Fuck can do it so well, and keep such
rambunctious spirit together, then what’s the need for adding
all that noise and senseless extremity? Not that grindcore,
shouldn’t exist, but there is a point somewhere there. Plus,
Waco Fuck seems to have been influenced as much by Discharge as
by Napalm Death. It is kind of like some sort of symbiotic
relationship, where one could not exist without the other. Or
Waco Fuck could not be a band without either band. There is
grinding force at work here, and the power violence influence is
as clear as the blue eyes of the Son of Sam or the glasses of
David Koresh.
Paranoia is
Total Awareness
includes all the songs from Waco Fuck’s 2006 Slow Decay
release along with tracks from the No Child Left Behind
EP. The best songs and recording surely come first; the first
seven cuts absolutely slay, rampageous drumming, savage
screaming and old school East Coast hardcore guitar spirit.
While the last four cuts, which I believe conform the No
Child Left Behind 7”, don’t let up in power nor in quality
with the band for a few seconds catching their breath during the
break of ”Eulogy” only to finish up with the extreme mid pace
anger of “Spiritual Fraud”. Miss Batallion of Saints? Or Milions
of Dead Cops? Help yourself.
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