Mid-tempo punk out of Seville, Spain that tensely keeps the right amount of lyrical and musical attitude through the eight quick tracks. This could have been something the JAM recorded in the short time between their first two albums, if only Paul Weller sang in Spanish.
Post-punk feel with more intense, punky vocals. I loved how angry and fierce the vocals were throughout, which paired nicely with the more punchy and choppy guitar (like in “Guerra al Desencanto”); it really just comes at you and taunts you relentlessly. They didn’t lose intensity throughout the album though, like with “Vecino,” where they upped the tempo to a more classically punk speed that really keeps you on your toes. They really know when certain parts are needed; they know when to have only vocals and drums versus everything together, they don’t overdo anything.
GLITTER’s Tortura Mental lives up to its name with a suffocating, feedback-drenched hardcore attack that feels designed to erode rather than energize. The production is deliberately claustrophobic—guitars smear into a toxic haze while the drums pound like they’re trapped in a concrete box. There’s a raw, almost sadistic repetition in the structures, hammering the same phrases until they lose shape and become pure pressure. Vocals cut through as distorted commands, more texture than language. It’s not about hooks or memorability; it’s about impact and abrasion sustained past comfort. Tortura Mental doesn’t invite you in, it locks the door behind you and lets the walls close.
Tortura Mental de GLITTER hace honor a su nombre con un ataque hardcore sofocante y saturado de feedback, diseñado más para erosionar que para energizar. La producción es claustrofóbica: las guitarras se deshacen en una neblina tóxica mientras la batería golpea como encerrada en cemento. Hay una repetición casi sádica que martilla ideas hasta volverlas pura presión. Las voces atraviesan como órdenes distorsionadas. No hay ganchos ni concesiones: solo impacto sostenido. El EP no invita a entrar; te encierra y deja que las paredes se acerquen.
Dang, duder! Wowzers. Driving, powerful sing-along verses and choruses bring this PÖLS LP fully to life. Clara’s vocals are similar to DISCOUNT and the LIPPIES while bringing in her own tone and melody. Her lyrics range from purely exposed and personal to broader themes (the neighborhood disappearing to chain stores, war-torn streets, refugee displacement, the positive and profound impact of friends and community). One thing that puts this a cut above is the occasionally graveled vocals of bassist Alex, punching in to level-up the earnest message PÖLS are bringing on A Nuestrxs Amigxs. This record is not a typical melodic pop punk placeholder that sits in the stratosphere waiting for you to listen to it. This record will find its way to you, move you, and make you feel something. I totally lucked out in getting this to review. My wholehearted thanks to the assignment desk for this one.
