They don’t use much of the scale do Udarnik, but then that’s their strength; somehow there is not an ounce of fat on this LP, and it’s somehow a classic underground release.
They don’t use much of the scale do Udarnik, but then that’s their strength; somehow there is not an ounce of fat on this LP, and it’s somehow a classic underground release.
A racket; and a fine one at that. There’s not much to it at first listen, you will immediately notice that Udarnik’s main trick is to blast out a thick uncompromising sound based on thrashy guitars and thudding drums as well as utilising a sort of masculine, deadpan, delivery. Owing a bit to QOTSA at times, as well as one or two snatches from Black Flag and early American Music Club it’s simple and effective music, there for the street groover; and in some ways a very refreshing listen. I mean there are about a million bands doing similar, but somehow this record really tickles Team Incendiary’s fancy. Why? Well… it’s just so simple.
And so confident. The opener Catfish Forms doesn’t do much apart from repeat a very strident and basic chorus. Following that display of rock’s bread and butter sound, second track Be Prepared takes some time adjusting itself before kicking off into another monolithic charge. They don’t use much of the scale do Udarnik, but then that’s their strength; somehow there is not an ounce of fat on this LP, and it’s somehow a classic underground release; when you hear Chow, Mammal or the bizarrely named East Croydon, (maybe the most “complicated” and developed track on here), you realise the LP is chockfull of the sort of uncomplicated noise on beloved of labels like Blast First. And funnily enough you don’t get tired of it.