Fury - Resurrection

Before excavating any information on Fury, I placed Resurrection – a twelve minute EP of dirty hardcore punk – into my stereo. After its thrash had concluded and the guttural cries of punk liberalism had subsided, there was one piece of musical lineage that the fast and furious recording reminded me of: The late ‘80s in Washington, D.C. Seeing as how this is 2002, I was surprised to discover that is precisely what Resurrection is – a raw, nonstop, blood pumping recording that has just now been transcribed into CD format and reissued through wide acclaim courtesy of Jade Tree. When Minor Threat perspired true punk ethics before imploding and ceasing to exist, Fury would have been the perfect opening band to augment the city’s rambunctious punk flagship. Averaging two minutes per track, this six song album features classically christened rivet headed punk – galloping, speed addicted rhythms, guitars being dismantled rather than traditionally played and sneering vocals that screech and scream in a manic march. Hopefully the aptly named Resurrection will allocate Fury’s rightful place in the echelon of punk dynamism as a lost classic that still radiates with relevance to the blustery punk scene of today. Despite time elapsing over a decade since Fury’s reign of flailing, frenetic punk injected hardcore, this deceased D.C. outfit still sound resoundingly fresh and exhilarating. However, homogeny does disrupt the disc’s distinction from track to track, but with an overall eminence as powerful and riveting as Fury’s brand of punk rock, little complaint can stem from such a plea. Regardless of time restraints and era aptness, Fury still create, uh, a fury that should be championed and appreciated as a missionary from old school aesthetics to hopefully relinquish the pseudo-punk pop of Sum 41 and Blink 182 that continues to litter the airwaves. [www.jadetree.com]