NO CLASS: Self-titled: 12"EP

Mar 03, 2011

NYHC filtered through a Midwestern approach. Big drum sound, burly vocals, gang choruses, breakdowns. They vary the tempos from song to song, giving everything more of a solid punch to the chest. I do like the speedier parts, but when they shift down it makes those faster parts stand out more, and vice versa. “Crossed Wires” is a total rager. Fast with some stop-go parts and the vocalist sounds flustered, like he’s so pissed he can’t get all the words out fast enough (though he does). From there they transition into “Hate Crime,” which is a slow, mosh-style number, with one of the more interesting lyrics I’ve heard in a while: “The way you treat me is like a hate crime...” Whoa! I thought the outro on side two was a lock groove at first, then, one evening, I was too lazy to switch it back over and let it play for a while. Lo and behold, it’s a noisy ending where you get a long, annoying tone that eventually switches over to a throbbing hum. Only 500 pressed of this misanthropic stuff.

 –M.Avrg (Deranged)

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