Happy Spastics
Happy Spastics
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Brace yourself for almost 29 minutes of punk rock in its most potent form
The frantic intensity, deranged lyrical fury and corrosive sound sits somewhere between Discharge and Extreme Noise Terror. Certainly the politics are the same, and the vocal delivery - unmelodious and growling - is just as conclusive. Happy Spastics are a direct and genuine punk band who don’t mess about with half measured rants set to some guarded bastardisation of punk rock - they are the genuine article, a ‘what you get is what you see’ band with their music perfect enough to soundtrack clips of furious riots and the destruction of governments - should the revolution ever come. Songs like the cleverly titled USA (Unlimited Supply of Arseholes), ‘Hee Haw’ ‘G8’ and ‘Fascist State’, all delivered at double-time speed, are the radical standard bearers of hardcore street punk’s largely underground status, defying convention and standing up with touching honesty for all it is and all it will never stop being. Forget the admirable vocal ranges and cute angst ridden lyrics of mainstreams punk splinter groups steeped in sugar-coated bile to enchant the masses and generate the cash. When front-man Bones sneers the line ‘what’s there left for me…fuck all, what’s there left for me…hee haw’ it’s as direct and as real as the word ‘CUNT’ that’s tattooed across his stomach in bold, five inch high lettering. The lyrics are hyper-specific, just as genuine observations should be and the punk is ragged and hardcore from beginning to end. A throbbing heaviness with little time for your bullshit, Happy Spastics will never be popular outside their own boundaries and that’s proof they’re doing their beliefs justice. This is punk rock for punks with not a sell-out merchant in sight. Long may they reign.
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