Aussie punks Blind Man Death Stare are blistering back in with their second album; Comin In Hot. The boys from Melbourne have recorded 12 fast paced, head bangin’ tracks, reminiscent of nineties American punk sneer, with a tinge of Australian piss-taking.
The album wakes you up quick-smart with an alarm buzz as it opens with ‘Clock In Clock Out’, a burst of frustration at the repetitive cycles we get stuck in in life over sharp riffs and a blasting snare.
‘Dusty Schnitzel’ is a nice heavy one; it’s got a mad, deep riff that rips along before a big breakdown toward the end, I tried so hard to hear the lyrics properly because I’m sure there was some funny joke in there I was missing, but I couldn’t quite make it out. Ah well, the track still rips. The title track, ‘Comin’ In Hot’, has a ghostly little intro, and its chorus is one of the catchiest moments on the album. ‘We’re (un)Just Cops’ is a minute-long tirade, and there’s an extra rawness in the singer’s voice on this one that works really well.
‘My Choice’, is… ah, my choice of favourite song on the album (bud um tss). It’s almost a minute longer than any other track and shows off the bands chops at coming up with some really interesting sounds, it’s almost got like that old surf guitar sound, and then big breakdowns. It’s like if some punks got to redo the music for a shoot-out scene in an old western. The song ends on a pretty funny moment, a twenty second piano riff before a few minutes of silence before a ska-punk cautionary tale about using the correct lube. (sorry boys, but with everyone listening to music online these days, secret tracks aren’t hidden for long, the track length is right there.)
All in all, Comin In Hot rocks a pretty old school punk sounds, with enough little twists and turns and heavier moments thrown in to keep things spicy and exciting. To me, they sound a bit like the love-child of Frenzal Rhomb and Bad Religion, which definitely isn’t an insult.
Disconnect Disconnect Records
Reviewed by Liam McNally