Music
01 Jul 01

Covered With Ants

It’s a greasy, heavy, manic, shouty affair, with a curiously effective take on electronica – the grit is there, but so is the progression.

The stench of a genre, stagnant in the sonic muck of Blink 182 CDs and post-smash Offspring, wafted through the air like a warning: Punk is Dead. Long live pseudo-lite-metal-sportz-pop-punk-crap.

Then, a band aptly titled Guttermouth made a record called Covered With Ants. And then, there was light. Yes, it’s new; but it’s not Linkin Park. It’s a greasy, heavy, manic, shouty affair, with a curiously effective take on electronica – the grit is there, but so is the progression.

Covered With Ants drags the old skool, pissed-off anarchist vibe onto a contemporary level, without destroying the venom of the music.

Blunt, filthy, (in places vile), and packed with disdain, the not so charming elements are wrapped in a skin of three chord guitar distortions, screaming vocals, a rampant rhythm section and twisted humour, to create the overall effect of what 21st century punk should sound like. Good? I think so.