It’s not hard to get a good picture of an energetic and frantic band like No Statik. Every member seems to be everywhere at once: jumping in the air, flailing across the stage, and rolling on the ground. With a little bit of Florida and a bunch of Bay Area, they blast out raging hardcore beats. They are pummeling and explosive; a manic and fierce maelstrom of hardcore punk. Great friends and great people.
No Statik are everything I love about the punk scene. Four years ago to the day they came through Richmond. It’s been way too long. I need more No Statik in my life.