From the opening slash of confident guitar to the final burst of this CD you don't get nothing less than 100% choice punk rock. This 4 track piece from a recently renamed and rejuvenated band is a prime example of how an outfit should never be afraid to shuffle the pack and try to deal out a new winning hand. In this game of punk rock poker The Mispelt are now Mispelt 2.0 and have equipped themselves with a female vocalist flushed with ensnaring inflection and competent experience. The mix is magnificent and the outcome of a 4 ace run is just reward indeed.
'Junkfood Generation' is a tremendous opening track and reborn from its prior life in which it masqueraded under the name 'Better Off Dead' for me this revamped version improves on what was a great song and results in a veritable classic. It's one of those moments that galls me to the very epicentre of my punk rock soul as this could end up one of those songs that could be another on the list of overlooked belters. I fuckin' hope not and highly recommend this gargantuan punk rock moment to all and sundry who consider themselves ingrained with the spirit. From the commencing bars the trip is of excellent composition and each and every note contributes to a highly organised song throbbing with style and talented application. The entwining of the female and male vocals is of such stature you feel that the pursuing tracks will be of the same standard and guess what, they are!
Smooth bass opens 'Friends Like You' and is accompianed by true guitar, a hefty drum beat and the expected she-gob snarl. Again you have 4 components complimenting each other as well as generating enough opposition to create a cock-solid sound of the highest order. This is a band on productive overdrive at the moment and it is more than apparent we are dealing with more than adequate players to say the least.
The high fuelled urgency of 'Foxtrot Oscar' is well timed and the duelling double sexed vocals triumph in this amphetamine rush that ends with a burst of climactic rage and leaves a very sweet taste indeed.
'Petrol Bomb 2008' closes this 4 tracker (which is nowhere near enough for me - aaaggghhhh) and is once again a fuckin' treat. The chorus is an absolute peach and finishes off a winning track in utterly fantastic style. A few tangents are thrown in and all succeed rather than confuse and again reflects genuine ability.
A real class band here and one which has graced the SAS Tour and hopefully will do so on many more occasions. The argument I promote about people listening to the same old shit is refuelled here as with bands like this around there is no reason to be stuck in the past. Over and over again as a reviewer I am uncovering proper punk rock played with passion and convincing expertise and here we have one of the best examples of this. If you can't be arsed to buy this CD after reading this then please feel free to blow your brains out and slump on your sofa of apathy because I really don't know how I can help you
Fungalpunk OMD July 2008
To Book {MISPELT 2.0}
Fuck Them - Fuck You - Fuck everything
|
