Fucked Up
No Pasaran 7”
Track Listing:
1. No Pasaran
2. Circling the Drain
I’ll start this review off with an admission: I love Fucked Up. Being along for the musical ride that is
Fucked Up, from stripped down hardcore to esoteric/complex
indie/punk/rock/operatic/hardcore/whatever, has been an interesting journey to
say the least. I’ve never been one for
embracing an album just because it came from a band I like, so I’m being honest
when I say that I truly enjoy every 7”, EP, LP and Double LP that this band has
ever put out based on the merits of the music.
I don’t know if I just happened to grow musically as the band
progressed, but I thoroughly enjoy “The Other Shoe” as much as I do “Police” or
“Circling the Drain”.
Despite my expansive hard-on for this band, I will always
have a special love for the No Pasaran 7”.
It was the first thing I ever heard from Fucked Up, after being
initially attracted to them because of their name and the fact that they were
from Southern Ontario. I was immediately
intrigued when “No Pasaran” began with a clip about the Spanish anarchist
movement. As a political ideology I’ve
always identified closely with anarchism, although like most I despise the
mall-punk mentality it often gets associated with. So instead of just having a clip saying
something dumb about “The Man”, I had found a band that associated with a historical/political
movement that I was interested in....in other words, I was fucking hooked. Once the music began I was even happier, as
the raw wall of noise that was early Fucked Up was exactly what I thought
stripped-down hardcore should sound like.
My impression was totally solidified when I flipped the
record over and had the change to listen to “Circling the Drain”. As far as B-sides go, this definitely stands
out. It was catchy but also fast, angry,
and loud. The chorus will get stuck in
your head for days, and the riffs still hold up a decade later.
Here at Lost Tribe we’ve talked about not simply reviewing
new records, so here is the first foray into what we consider ‘classics’ in one
form or another. In other words, be prepared for a bunch of
aging punks to reminisce about many more records from their ‘glory’ days.
p.s. I do realize
that I used the words “hard-on”, “love”, and “attracted” in this review, but I
swear the whole thing sounded way less sexual in my head.
Buy it from ebay or something because it isn’t available
from Deranged Records.
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