FUNGAL PUNKS REVEIW OF THE NEW EP THE KRAYONS - SHIT IN THE SINK OF SOCIETY The Krayons keep it raw, are a million miles away from commercialised copycat claptrap (thank goodness) and have a lead guy with a high spirit and a never say die attitude. The bands opening account (reviewed on this site) was under-processed and purely reflective of an embryonic unit who have a lot to say and have no time to piss about with frills and throwaway adornments. Here we have more of the same with a little advancement in progress - whoosh - the boot of assessment swings towards the rotund knackers of the band! Several sound bites of the current harsh reality thanks to another government loaded with detached suited and booted players who have personal needs to be met, egos to be attended to at every moment of the day and a simply uncaring mentality that looks after number one and no one else, and then...into the deliberately low-budget doggedness of Bedroom Tax, an in yer face episode of bloke on the street annoyance clattered forth without pomposity and insincere affect. The Krayons deal with issues today in an abrupt and stripped down manner and have an identifiable sound that is soaked in reality and frustration. This one winds itself on a bare-boned verse before screaming out a simplistic but engaging chorus that does what it sets out to do - that is involve the listener and state its message quite clearly. Chugged, unshaven, gobby and with an inner screwed up instrumentalisation this is bog brush noise with shit still within the hairs - why should it be any other way. Cash Generator follows suit, clatters and rolls out the words regarding a state of play for many destitute people caught in a web of pointless regression and subtle suffering. The gobbage is stark, the strings somewhat minimalistic in a productive kind of way, the drums busy at the skins and jumping around when flurries duly arise. Tempers flare, sonics glare, the finale comes and is spat out with gut borne disgust - nice. No Gods, No Masters chugs in, swivels and turns its own guts inside out with a regular riff up and gruff insistence. Verses corrupted by growls, a chorus delivered with dustbin lid dirtiness and extra speed in the pepper pot of passion this is another harsh condiment that tries a few extra tweaks and twangs but still retains the uneven edge of the DIY spectrum. Impetus builds, the song liquidises itself - ooh watch ya dont shit yersleves chaps. Title track, something ornate and intricate perhaps, some drawn out anthem to embrace all the finer points of the band - not a chance - Shit In The Sink Of Society is a terse tirade built on hardcore elements that are inflated with ill temper and a desire to get the job done very quickly. To the point and highly effective - what do ya want for ya money? We close with the most rhythmic snarl up entitled Dont Believe. Textures abound, from unwashed skankiness, wayward wankiness through to pulsating restraint, splattered sonic paint. Speed alternates between the controlled and the crazed, the gob up front is always corrupt and corroded, the guitars and sticks under-produced and kept cheap and nasty - they do what they do. I like this lot, I appreciate the values being cast forth and live they have a fiery glow that radiates strongly onto the heads and ears of the onlookers. This is the bands second blitz and it has all the components of such a product. Yeah why not dabble? Next though the band need to elaborate - up the production but keep the grimy edge, complicate oh so slightly the deliveries but maintain the simplicity, slightly buff up the package but keep it raw and open - not easy but I’ll be buggered if I am going to let The Krayons rest easy ha, ha - push hard chaps, the route your taking seems to be spot on, just never get too settled.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 09:57:44 +0000
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