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TIME AGAIN
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was easy to assume on first listen that what we have here is more of the
same from the Epitaph / Hellcat stable, but this is thankfully shorn of
any (or most, I’m ignoring closer ‘Streetwalker’, it’s a bit
shite y’see) ska, skate stale punk prefixes and stomps through with a
genuineness and belief that can only come through, well being genuine and
real. Just fast enough to stop being a garbled grab bag of chopped up
choruses they succeed, like the best Bad Religion circa ‘Suffer’ and ‘No
Control’, in melding speed with old-style Clash chantalongs that Jonesy
got from his old stack-heeled records, and not replacing passion with
extreme pit-pounders that miss the point and piss in the wind. Maybe
there’s a place for juvenile jocular jock-punk but I don’t believe that,
there needs to be more bands emerging from the undertow such as Time
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-Stu Gibson |
Long
assumed to have fallen through a crack in the concrete in the Californian
desert created after the LA earthquake of a decade or so ago Time Again
are out humping the highways with some spirited spit n’ elbow grease
honest to gritty gristle punk rock. And hell, it’s quite nice to be able
to say punk rock in all it’s straight to the point simplicity. Rampaging
through this half-hour 13 round ruck with rat-infested relish you’ll be
won over between irate opener ‘Junkies’, nodding your head
both at the reeling rhythm and the whole fucking question; walkin’ tall
stood proud second slug ‘Say Again’ and anthemic staunch,
stoic stand alone ‘Broken Bodies’. Then you’ll head to the
bookies and place a bet that the title track, featuring Tim Armstrong,
will get large-scale video rotation, while it plays, and return to rail
along to ‘Cold Concrete’ and it’s tale of police
over-enthusiasm, or plain corruption, before inviting your mates over for
some celebratory cider cocktails as soon as ‘Life On The Run’s
‘We got the whole crew going’ party line comes on.