VOMIT BULLETS — Rad Mobile
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PETE WALSH accepts punk is dead; undead, undead, undead.
As much as I love driving bass lines, frustratingly simplistic chord progressions and being assaulted by a slurry of words that are merely drivelled into a mic, I just can’t abide by the way Vomit Bullets do it. I’m probably one of punk’s biggest apologists, but there’s certainly a better way to deliver it. The greats like The Sex Pistols and The Ramones knew how to do it; Vomit Bullets don’t.
Clocking in at just under 10 minutes (for six songs!), Rad Mobile speeds through a flurry of hardcore-inspired, face-blistering punk that ends up being a cavalcade of barely distinguishable sounds. Even modern punk bands are usually pushing political agendas of some description, but the tawdry vocal content of tracks like Shattered Hearts Breaking Like Glasses and Waiting For Saturday is bitterly disappointing. That said, I cannot detract points for aggression and attitude: Vomit Bullets have both in spades.
PETE WALSH is an ex-Rave contributor and vagrant writer, as well as a bit of a literati, music aficionado and coffee snob.