I don’t mind Frank Turner. He seems like a nice bloke. Some of his solo stuff is OK. I saw Million Dead live once, supporting Thursday and Jonah Matranga (who was also supporting) got up and they did Smiths cover. That was pretty cool.
But this album. This album. Well.
It’s been enough to make me fall in love with hardcore music again. It gives me the same excitement I had when I first heard Relationship of Command or The Shape of Punk to Come. Or the British rock bands I loved in my late teens, the debuts from Reuben, Hundred Reasons, Biffy Clyro and Hell is for Heroes. That’s no mean feat.
I don’t quite understand how they’ve managed to make quite such an amazing record. And the lyrics. There’s a song about a tapeworm escaping Natalie Portman and forming a revolution.
I think it’s that an older group have managed to imbue the energy of the best punk rock, with the melody and intelligence that only a bit of maturity can manage.