Maybe it’s time to set the record straight. The “East Coast” sound that music reviewers use as a crutch, whether it’s some sort of post-Sloan/Thrush Hermit indie rock or folksy fiddle laced jam, is as outdated as quoting Chaz Sheen when it comes to the sound dominating Canada’s Ocean Playground.
The best bands are lurking in alleyways, creating frantic joints in grimy jam spaces and Halifax is becoming more well known for fantastic noise experiments and propulsive punk rawk than anything you’d talk over at the Lower Deck. Bands like Cousins and whatever the most recent iteration of Long Long Long is (Each Other I think) are already making a name for themselves, but if I had to pick a band to with the chops to connect with a National audience, it would be OUTTACONTROLLER.
The four young scamps are full of the piss, vinegar and infectious melody that defined the second wave of Ramones inspired pop punk. Taking the torch from bands like The Queers and The Lillingtons, OUTTACONTROLLER hits you with buzz saw guitars, sixteens on the snare, nonstop cymbal crashes, and harmonies that don’t let up until the last note.
Don’t Play Dumb is explosive, infectious pop-punk. It’s songs about girls, getting drunk and wasting time. Those timelines themes might not start spark a riot, and certainly won’t change the fucking world but that’s what snotty pop punk is all about and OUTTACONTROLLER does it really god damn well. This LP is 35-minutes of fun, and honestly, people ask for huge hammering hooks (which OUTTACONTROLLER has in spades), but the band causes the most damage with rapid fire, Hearns-like jabs that leave your face all marked up. Great, great stuff.
Don’t Play Dumb is out on P Trash records on March 1st. It’s vinyl only, so grab it quick. #winning
MP3:: OUTTACONTROLLER - Power Out