Nov 06, 2012 Web Exclusive
Sacramento’s favorite hardcore outfit (now residing, appropriately enough, in Los Angeles—the “119” is the address of their warehouse) jumps on board with Tyler, the Creator et al on the Odd Future Records imprint, resulting in just a single track with rapping. Otherwise, this is more of the same straight-up, classic-leaning hardcore, with very effective frontman Lee Spielman tearing up the proceedings.
Trash Talk continue with not reinventing the wheel, and they do so effectively—it grinds, it pummels, and it’s tailor-made for another generation of youth to get their circle pit on. It’s the kind of thing you want to see live, in the grand tradition of perfunctory hardcore recordings. You need somebody’s elbow in your face, some police pepper spray on your chin at a Nike-sponsored skateboarding event to really get it. Which is to say, hardcore in most any context remains hardcore, and its fabled violent exploits—however overblown—remain a badge of honor. Good catharsis for the kids. (www.trashtalkhc.com)
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