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I
am not sure where the hooks are, but I know they are
there because this album has got me hanging by the
balls. It’s the kind of angular hardcore that twirls one
too many times to be truly memorable, just when you
think you got a melody down there comes a new turn, one
more twist in a line of seemingly hundreds, but that it
is immediate nevertheless.
No chugga chugga, no
beefcaked dudes, no crew cuts, no meatballs with an 'I’m gonna kill you' attitude, nor lyrics about wanting to
kill all those who stabbed you in the back, just loud songs with
fragmented guitars and sectioned drumming and
well-pronounced screams galore. In other words, fuck
hardcore, this is hardcore.
I came to know
Prize Country via their release through Exigent Records, but I
never got a chance to actually sit down with one of their
recordings. This is the shit for types who dig deep into Drive
Like Jehu, for those who could have been part of the fan club of
These Arms Are Snakes but did not join because there was too
much fluff and softness in their releases. For those who were
almost satisfied with Transistor Transistor, but with time have
come to long for more, here it is.
In With Love,
Prize Country cut the fat and launch themselves with strident
force, crafting songs out of thin air, stopping short of getting
hysterical and celebrating Festivus, the songs of In Love slice
and dice, bounce with short chords that rarely amount to full on
riffs, edge out via high vocals that are not sang as much as
spoken out loud. There is not a clear winner here, the record is
pretty even. Solid and enjoyable. I could have done without the
seasonal clapping in “Cement”, but it fits the jumpy nature of
the song. So that’s just me bitching.
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