Band : Punch
Album : Push Pull
Release Year : 2010
Genre : Powerviolence / Thrashcore / Hardcore
Release Year : 2010
Genre : Powerviolence / Thrashcore / Hardcore
Tracklist :
1. Stay Afloat
2. Second Chance
3. No Remorse
4. Give It A Name
5. White Noise
6. Fixation
7. Realist
8. Sour Grapes
9. Two Feet On The Ground
10. Microcausm
11. Let Me Forget
12. Don't Need You
13. Positively God Free
2. Second Chance
3. No Remorse
4. Give It A Name
5. White Noise
6. Fixation
7. Realist
8. Sour Grapes
9. Two Feet On The Ground
10. Microcausm
11. Let Me Forget
12. Don't Need You
13. Positively God Free
Punch aren’t exactly like a sandblaster. In fact, the passionate delivery and intelligent songwriting on Push Pull is anything but machinelike. Still, the unbridled ferocity and the “stabbing in the ears sensation” you’re likely to feel when listening to Punch at high volumes (not recommended) couldn’t help but remind me of being pulverized by sand. Push Pull certainly is irate, blunt, and accelerated, and the unrelenting anger leads me to believe that Punch absolutely must have found some inspiration in Yosemite Sam, or perhaps Mike Tyson. Nevertheless, the hardcore outfit from San Francisco that shares two members of Loma Prieta have released an intense onslaught of 100m.p.h. hardcore- angry, breakdown-laden hardcore, and it couldn’t be more satisfying.
“But didn’t Loma Prieta themselves already release a fiery little LP last summer?” you may find your inquisitive self asking. Oh inquisitive you, just take my word for it: Life/Less pales in comparison to the impassioned ire of Push Pull. Like a fucking sandblaster, Punch hits you from every angle. Shrill, pulverizing female shrieking in the vocal department? Check. Blistering breakdowns? Check. Fantastic instrumentation, particularly Punch’s ability to perform seamless transitions? Checkity check. A breakneck intensity that doesn’t pull any punches. Check, check, double check!
You see, it’s a tad ironic to compare Punch to some of their members’ other band, Loma Prieta even though the two lie in different genres, because Punch essentially succeed where Loma Prieta lets me down. Throughout the assault of spine-tingling fury, Punch work within the realms of an intelligent song structure. Perfectly-placed breakdowns become a highlight on Push Pull, oddly enough. Try listening to “Fixation,” “Sour Grapes,” “Microcausm,” or practically any track without being impressed by their ability to set the songs up so efficiently, I dare you. While it’s easy generic hardcore bands that copy to wear their oh-so-unhappy hearts on their sleeves with vehement vocals and potent, lightning-fast musicianship, Punch separate themselves from the pack by reminding us that hardcore can have a brain, too.
It’s the coherency of Push Pull that you’re going to find most gratifying on repeated listens. For example, the lyrics aren’t brain-dead, either. Listening to the pain stricken delivery of the vocals, it’s evident that the lyrics share more in common with screamo than they do with hardcore- as indicated by the insane number of question marks. You’re not just getting yelled at violently for 16 minutes. No, you’re being begged politely how you feel about consumerism or perhaps feminism, for instance. Well, admittedly that’s a bit of a stretch; but the intelligence and coherence of Push Pull is certainly striking, and it’s the feature that makes me want to hear this searingly-sounding, sandblaster-like, ear-tormenting ordeal again and again.
“But didn’t Loma Prieta themselves already release a fiery little LP last summer?” you may find your inquisitive self asking. Oh inquisitive you, just take my word for it: Life/Less pales in comparison to the impassioned ire of Push Pull. Like a fucking sandblaster, Punch hits you from every angle. Shrill, pulverizing female shrieking in the vocal department? Check. Blistering breakdowns? Check. Fantastic instrumentation, particularly Punch’s ability to perform seamless transitions? Checkity check. A breakneck intensity that doesn’t pull any punches. Check, check, double check!
You see, it’s a tad ironic to compare Punch to some of their members’ other band, Loma Prieta even though the two lie in different genres, because Punch essentially succeed where Loma Prieta lets me down. Throughout the assault of spine-tingling fury, Punch work within the realms of an intelligent song structure. Perfectly-placed breakdowns become a highlight on Push Pull, oddly enough. Try listening to “Fixation,” “Sour Grapes,” “Microcausm,” or practically any track without being impressed by their ability to set the songs up so efficiently, I dare you. While it’s easy generic hardcore bands that copy to wear their oh-so-unhappy hearts on their sleeves with vehement vocals and potent, lightning-fast musicianship, Punch separate themselves from the pack by reminding us that hardcore can have a brain, too.
It’s the coherency of Push Pull that you’re going to find most gratifying on repeated listens. For example, the lyrics aren’t brain-dead, either. Listening to the pain stricken delivery of the vocals, it’s evident that the lyrics share more in common with screamo than they do with hardcore- as indicated by the insane number of question marks. You’re not just getting yelled at violently for 16 minutes. No, you’re being begged politely how you feel about consumerism or perhaps feminism, for instance. Well, admittedly that’s a bit of a stretch; but the intelligence and coherence of Push Pull is certainly striking, and it’s the feature that makes me want to hear this searingly-sounding, sandblaster-like, ear-tormenting ordeal again and again.
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