Review Summary: YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING WROOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!!0 of 1 thought this review was well written
Hardcore punk at it’s grittiest, nastiest, and lowest point down the ***-hole that it is, Aerosols have made a down to the wire, barebone effort that has devastating results. Their first full length (if you will - the entire length of it is just over ten minutes) after a series of EPs, their staple on the scene is messy, dirty, intense, and ultimately powerful. Powerful, but not in any soppy or overblown context: These dudes are here to *** *** up, and *** *** up, they do.
Both beginning and ending with insanely over-driven feedback, Aerosols
does nothing to build up any sort of musical establishments, instead relying solely on beating the listener to a pulp, in every single song. Ripping through fourteen tracks, most not even a minute long, the first things anybody will notice about the record immediately are the stark, murky and rough production qualities and the screamers...’intensity’. Both elements are raw, unrelenting, in your face and, as a result, are the two things that could very well make the record. The pair are collectively and purposely distorting upon impact, creating a thick, almost eerie air that engulfs the album. Being backed by the always-fast, always-furious riffing of guitars and the sonic stress of hectic drumming, which provide sloppily progressed and boisterous tempo-ed chords alongside various blastbeating and vintage hardcore pulsations, the album comes together under a sludgy, crawling bass guitar, holding it all together in it’s sticky residue. The four players of these four instruments know each other, musically, extremely well in order to capture the sick, solid, chaotic entity of their self-titled effort.
And listening to the record, anyone will tell you that’s not such a easily attainable feat. I mean, hardcore bands come a dime a dozen, with their angry, short, and intense songs, but what’s different here is the amount of devastation, the copious weight of it all, the authenticity of what you’re listening to. It’s those things that take Aerosols first LP to new heights. Even though its’s only eleven minutes, it feels much longer. The passion for nothing, the decrepid attitude, the nihilistic and end-all approaches for this band make it a lengthy journey, one that wears you out, but begging for more. As it’s such a monstrous and, well, scary musical testament, only the most devoted are sure to make it through their album, let alone the rest of their discography (which is simply essential, if I do say so myself).
, one feels broken, bruised, bustled and beat down. But it’s not without pride for what they just endured. Because they know that records like this, especially in modern extreme music, that have this much ingenuity, honesty, and even quality, they simply know it doesn’t happen often - of this magnitude, anyway. Here’s to Aerosols, one brutal ***ing band.