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26000 Volts

Anger Issues

July 20, 2012

If punk is dead, nobody told 26000 Volts. Combining the best of angry-sing-talking, bar chords and pounding snare,

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26000 Volts May Have Gotten Drunk And Screamed Into A Microphone For 22 Songs, But They Had A Blast Doing It

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26000 Volts

Anger Issues

July 20, 2012

If punk is dead, nobody told 26000 Volts. Combining the best of angry-sing-talking, bar chords and pounding snare, Angry Issues rockets through 22 tracks with enough grit and cojones to power a small car. Given, the average song is less than two minutes long, but that's fine. This isn't Beethoven. It's 26000 Volts. And they have songs called "Milf" and "Bleed."

Jokes aside, Angry Issues is a workhorse of an album in all the ways it doesn't appear on the first listen. First off, I imagine if you don't like punk, you really don't like punk. It's fast and loud and generally contains a lot of commentary on politics and government. And, given the very nature of what the genre stands for, follows zero rules. Subject matter, song length, tonal integrity? Throw it out the window. What's important, however, is remembering the intent of what you're hearing.

These guys are having fun. That's it. The words don't rhyme most of the time, and a lot of drum tracks could be cut and pasted into any other part of the album and they'd probably align perfectly. But where else are you going to find music this honest? "Lets get so drunk and high and kill ourselves with weed." That's as transparent as you're going to get. The whole experience is a middle-finger to whatever music is supposed to be and that's incredibly refreshing.

What should be noted, though, is the unlikely attention to detail. After a few songs, a lot of punk albums turn into a sloppy, congealed whine about George Bush. Not this one. Each song is an entirely fresh angle and no two sound alike. Even the vocals vary it up quite a bit, switching between classic mad-punk and almost humorous. So, while it may seem like a few guys got drunk and decided to have a blast while screaming shit into a microphone about drunk chicks and smoking weed for 22 songs...

Wait, what's so wrong with that? In the words of 26000 Volts:

"Why you always talking shit? I'm so fucking sick of it. Everytime I turn around, stupid mother fuckers bring me down. Why don't you just get fucked up?"

Touché, sir. Touché.

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