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Please welcome the grand, timely and thoroughly welcome return of Chain Whip. Straight out of the gate, their second full-length Call Of The Knife is absolutely raging. The opening title track might have you squinting at the turntable for a couple of seconds to check that someone hasn't reanimated the young Circle Jerks, but as soon as frontman Josh Nickel's voice kicks in, hardcore cognoscenti will be under no illusions that they could possibly be listening to anyone else. His voice is a righteous, gravelly roar that cuts straight through the noise with the very loose subtext "I'm having a bad day and it's imperative that you know about it." There's a vitality to it that helps make these Vancouver boys one of the best bands in punk today, and it helps that he's backed up by a rattling, rolling collective who remind us all that good old-fashioned hardcore (like the '80s used to make) remains one of the best ideas anyone's ever had. You know what you're getting with song titles like "Class Decay" and "Hatewave," but there's something about the band's garage-slanted take on the genre that makes them a cut above. On this sort of delicious form, no one can touch Chain Whip right now. Form a cult and get obsessed immediately.
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DRUNKEN 142LP
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"You ever wonder what Keith Morris does at the end of the day? Does he maintain that wide-eyed stare, the one that pins audiences to the floor with its very intensity, while he's putting on his pyjamas? Does he continue spitting venom from that heroically ragged throat of his while he's making his cocoa? Does he lay his head on his pillow with the same righteous fury that launched thousands upon thousands of moshpits? Hey, I'm just wondering. Y'see, all that intensity and venom and fury? it has to go somewhere while he's otherwise occupied with mundane tasks like taking off his socks or brushing his teeth, right? And listening to the thrilling racket conjured up by Vancouver's Chain Whip, you'd be forgiven for thinking that they have somehow become vessels for that energy. I mean, they're Morris' spiritual successors -- if their 2019 debut 14 Lashes wasn't enough of a clue, then this six-song blast of blink-and-you'll-miss-it brilliance should leave you in no doubt. This is hardcore punk as it was originally conceived, and it slays. 'But who are Chain Whip?' I hear you ask. Well, they're a bunch of dudes from British Columbia who've also served time in bands like The Jolts, Fashionism and Corner Boys (among others). They're the ones who are gonna have you slashing the seats at your local cinema, or taking potshots at lines of empty bottles on street corners, cuz they make you feel so damn tuff. OK, I'm just goofing around here -- whereas Chain Whip are serious business. No, really. I dare you to listen to the Germs-go-nuclear b(')last of 'Laguna Bleach', or the garage-slop-at-200-mph rush of 'Fresh Paint And Philanthropy', and not want to launch a stink bomb into your teacher's car. Or, failing that, to bring about the extinction of global capitalism. If that fails, you'll just end up wearing out the grooves of this very fine six-song EP while bouncing between walls like the DRI logo guy if he wore jet heels and spring-loaded shoulder pads. Jeez, imagine Keith finishing the night shift and giving these guys a handover. As if they'd even need to be told. Look, Chain Whip are the best straight-up old-skool punk band you'll hear today. You know what to do. Trust your instincts. Dance that two-step to hell with 'em. This. Is. The. Shit." --Will Fitzpatrick
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