Review Summary: It's all about accepting who you really are.
4 of 7 thought this review was well writtenThe mysteries of the great unknown entice our curiosity to discover what lies shrouded in darkness. There's an unexplained drive within each of us to seek longed for questions to which we have no fathomable answers. It's a phenomena engrained in human nature to challenge the way we perceive the universe and how it justifies our existence. In the routine process that can rattle a mind to the brink of insanity it's sometimes best to accept the beauty of things we can never comprehend. If you find yourself inexplicably hungry for some sign of an epiphany through my words then you've unlocked
Honour EP's key enlightenment.
Scouts is very much a band that underlines the previous passages by remaining somewhat of an enigma despite a growing popularity in the punk community. The extensive research I’ve done to uncover everything that makes them tick has left me running in circles with no common ground in sight. It was the distinct cover of the release that originally popped out and caught my eye when I was browsing for new additions to add to my evolving collection. The pleasantly strange depiction of a brooding clown holding up a stuffed rabbit immediately contracted me to dive into the contents of the material and in a bright flash I was instantly mesmerized.
The impact of the six tracks hit me with a realism I was tremendously unprepared to handle and it made me crave a closer connection with the member’s unrivaled message. Low and behold, I couldn’t find a single shred of information about their origins, much less their real identities. All I had to go on from their social networking sites was a couple bizarre images in the middle of standard promotional advertising. It’s the first time I think I’ve ever been so intrigued since United Nations hit the scene and left everyone speculating who hid behind the presidential masks. In the meantime I found myself compulsively checking for any emerging evidence that I could get my dirty palms on.
It wasn’t till after my full-blown obsession with plugging Scout’s incredibly shot but equally puzzling ‘Loser Club’ music video that they threw me any kind of bone. An eerie black and white photo was eventually posted depicting the group with their faces crossed out in a Silent Hill fashion in front of a store. The unveiling of their hometown in Blackpool, UK was next to follow but upon googling their names I chuckled to find they were four characters from the Stephen King movie “IT.” I should’ve seen such a clever gag coming a mile away by a bunch of kids awesome enough to sample “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” and “Breaking Bad.”
If you’re wondering if the music even comes close to living up to the enthralling antics discussed thus far, you better fucking believe it! You’ll have to excuse my last outburst but this is bar none the best mixture of punk/pop-punk/hardcore I’ve heard in years. The perfectly portioned sized meal is delectably wrapped up in each tangible force the recommended by reviewer section promises to deliver. Scouts are the disguised vigilante that lurks in the shadows waiting to unleash melodic gadgets on generic villains. The menacing taunts from coarse vocals strike fear into the hearts of anyone unlucky enough to be in the direct line of fire.
In the midst of what I’m sure seems like a slew of hyperbolic claims I ideally stand by every single ounce of praise granted towards
Honour EP. The public elusiveness of Scouts only amplifies an eccentric interest in the brains behind such immense talent. The people who take pride in lyrical integrity will certainly be empowered by how unabashed the frontman remains in a vulnerable state. It’s made that much more effective glazed over the crunchy tuning and catchy instruments that accentuate the raw production. So if you’ve been on the tiring hunt for something with an innovative spin on an old concept of genuine heart then welcome.
