Laxisme Laxisme LP
I’ll wait in line for a band like this any day of the week. Infectiously melodic, convincingly pissed-off, with rhythms and riffs that snap like rubber bands. As far as I can gather, this is a Leipzig-based crew that sings in French? But that’s all minutiae. Eight tracks (if you don’t count the intro, which I don’t) in under twenty minutes that bob and weave through toothy garage with hollering vocals. Few bands sound this confident, and it drives home tracks like “Grands Cerveaux,” with a bouncing bass line and submarine echoes of guitar that is as gleefully rock’n’roll as it is brainy. Overall, this is just highly energetic melodic punk that isn’t flashy, because it doesn’t have to be. It impresses on its own terms, and bows out without making a scene. I’m definitely left wanting more. On closer “Victoire,” it’s clear this is a band that is focused on what they want to be doing. It’s not trendy, it’s not fussy, it’s just cool. You can’t fake that.
