GRRRRRAAARRGGH!!
If it's any indication on how violent, full throttle Striking Distance's is, I now have a bleeding mouth. While listening to The Fuse is Lit I was chewing on a pen lid, and the force I was applying to said lid slipped off and cut up my tongue and teeth. But that doesn't gross you out, does it? You listen to Striking Distance, you're ready to get bloody! Get bashed! Smack someone!
Though it took me a long time to admit, I'm more of the thrashing type than the ballad type, and if you readers are too, then you'd best check this band out. Sure the lyrics aren't "poetic" or even prolific, but Striking Distance aren't out to win you over in that direction- They just want to wallop your head. You get the de rigeur lyrics of punk ("Fuck your image/What you see is not what you get/Caught in a role/Fit into the mold" from "Send in the Clones") that sound like something that Trent from Daria might have come up with, and you have the ballistic missle of machine gun toms and power rocket power chords, but it's the energy- It's the energy that's so important to note here! It makes you want to thrash around your room and break things and chew on pen lids and drive really fast. It's something that is missing in rock today- That rude, almost apalling amount of spit and vile that makes D.C.-styled thrashcore so exciting to hear. Sure, it gets old, sure, it's not sophisitcated, but I firmly believe that to reclaim your youth, you need to get down and dirty with some loud angst. I mean, with lines like "Find a way, start today, now!/No more giving up, giving in- start giving back!" ("Find a Way") smacking you in the ears, you're more likely to be proactive, right? You're not going to be depressed and introspective, you're gonna wanna do something, right? And what better way than by lighting the fuse?
[www.strikingdistance.net]
