Every time I think that I’ve heard it all, that there are no more exciting bands and that there’s nothing happening anymore in Germany’s Hardcore scene, a band like NOTHING comes around and proves me wrong. Without warning, Berlin’s NOTHING (not to be confused with the shoegaze Nothing from Philly or any of the other Nothings there are probably) kick in your front door and tear down your house with the dirtiest Hardcore-Metal-Punk you’ve probably heard in quite a while.
Imagine Poison Idea partying with Slayer while Discharge pukes in the kitchen sink and you might be able to conceive what’s going on Embrace The Hatred. The band’s second album (or EP?) was released by This Charming Man Records and features seven songs of ripping solos, often with fine twin-guitar harmonies and crazy mosh parts, carefully nestled in insanely fast palm-muted, thrashy riffs, topped by a voice that expresses more fuck you attitude than… hell I don’t even know anything that comes close to the minimum of fucks given here. And fortunately NOTHING don’t sound like one of those countless, awefully unoriginal Thrash revival bands the last years brought upon us. The band rather seems to be a bunch of really pissed punk ass motherfuckers who grew up on early C.O.C., D.R.I., Cro-Mags, Suicidal Tendencies etc. and internalized the mighty powers of Metal-PUNK full-on.
By the way, chances are big that the band’s members actually grew up on this shit, since all of them aren’t new to the game but spent the previous years in well-known Hardcore-Punk outfits. The lyrics speak of frustration and disillusion and it seems like quite some rage accrued during the guys’ years on planet earth. They settle a score with the scene, society, the past and basically everyone and everything – call it naïve but I can relate 100%.
The top-notch musical content of this release is backed by the outstanding artwork done by Dawid Piprek, which is a definite eyecatcher and the infamous icing on the cake. Bottom line is: NOTHING persuasively embrace the hatred with all middle fingers in the air and beer trickling down the chin, and they do it great. You might wanna join the party, don’t you?!
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