Visceral and atonal without any pretentiousness, Oakland’s
TONGUE (pronounced No Tongue) play evolved screamo without warranting any guffaw. Like Fugazi or A Day In Black And White, the hits are hard and frantic yet remain harnessed. This isn’t sloppiness in the guise of competence, but, instead, proficiency that ranges from brooding duress to dreamy, nearly pop-like melodies. The songs never become awash or redundant; they are concise and memorable with vocals that feature gentle falsettos and guttural strains. (There are even some languid “oooh”s snuck in there.) There’s a lot of variety on this four song 7”. Also includes a zine with a wax poetic manifesto entitled “Destroy Hardcore”—I couldn’t agree more.
–Sean Arenas (Kyeo Speaks, [email protected], kyeospeaks.com)