Review Summary: I also enjoy the drumming
I am not hearing it right, because Fifteen Counts of Arson
is so not a pyjamas record. I actually feel guilty about the way I listen to it – the vantage point is my bed, or my feeble and deservedly broken desk-chair. The pathetic fallacy is totally off, or non-existent, the record subordinate to a crisply cold but all too posi Leeds day. A day that people actually shower for – a day people go to lectures in. There is light, and too much of it; I am waking up to it. I open the curtains and listen. For most of late 2013, His Hero Is Gone were my idea of breakfast.
I guess when you get more into hardcore you stop caring about these things. Genre becomes a routine or a pleasure rather than an event. You can put on punk records whenever and yawn through them and sip coffee – not that I drink hot drinks, but romantically I like the idea of it – happy for the company. I fondly remember Sputnik staffer Lewis Parry saying he takes naps to Modern Life Is War’s Witness
, because the modulations were few and the sound had an almost lullaby quality to it. It shouldn’t be a record that submits to its listener, but it’s kind of wonderful it does. Fifteen Counts of Arson
shook me awake a few times last year, being the first record to draw me into crust punk – that atmosphere, those tones, and the riffs, protected from every other punk sub-genre in this weird fortress of hate – but also seemed to be there politely and fashionably. I left it on when I had to go put washing on or buy a drink from the cornershop; I came back into my room and “Raindance”, that monolithic fu
cking event of a song, was playing. Nice. Of course, if you want an actual review rather than a short story about why I need to stop waking up at midday and eating breakfast at lunch, Fifteen Counts of Arson
is ferocious and anti-consumerist, embittered by its politics, separates its ideologies with interludes of ambience and piano, and has song titles like “Internally Bleeding”. I also consider it a bit of a masterpiece, when I wake up in time. Which is like three times a week.