Another album that opens with an interesting instrumental and then tears right into some melodic hardcore. The vocals are a little more higher-pitched than I would have expected and there are some interesting chord changes here and there, and just when I think a song might be running the risk of becoming too long…it’s over. They even managed to slide in a couple more instrumentals and a grindcore-ish song and it all flows really well. Well done!
Hailing from Barcelona, BAIT’s debut full-length is a slab of angry, stomping hardcore punk. Jam-packed with riffs and aggression, it’s meat-and-potatoes hardcore, which certainly isn’t a bad thing. If you’re a fan of that sound, you could certainly do a lot worse. Good stuff.
It took a bit of digging to find out much about this one. From what I gather, CARRY OUT was prominent in the ’90s Barcelona hardcore scene, releasing two demos that are collected here along with a slew of previously unreleased material encompassing 32 tracks in total. CARRY OUT was very much a product of the time in which they existed, which is to say that they have a distinctive ’90s sound and delivery. They stab out in many directions, but the core of their identity is anchored in fast, somewhat crusty, dual-vocal hardcore punk. They don’t shy away from their influences, which are underlined by some of covers that show up by LOS CRUDOS, HIATUS, and NEGATIVE APPROACH. While those bands have stood the test of time, the same can’t really be said about CARRY OUT—I mean that as less of a jab than it may read. This record sent me on a nostalgia trip thinking of all the similar bands from when I was putting glue in my hair and stealing 40s from the grocery store as a misguided ’90s teenager. I just don’t see this resonating too far beyond the crowd that could’ve caught it the first time around.
Right, first off, how many frigging record labels want to release this? Because truth be told, having given this a spin, the idea that there’d be this many scrambling to put it out is raising an eyebrow to say the very least. Some very average attempts at anthemic melodic street punk from Barcelona, but to its credit, it at least bowls along at a rate of knots and couldn’t be accused of being plodding. Just very boring, unfortunately.
Barcelona tends to produce interesting bands, so I was psyched to check out GATZARA. Not quite what I was expecting—melodic, anthemic punk rock with group chorus chants and post-punk undertones. Musicianship on this release is at the fore, backed by a pristine production that highlights interlacing guitar harmonies. The album is catchy in a ’90s mall punk way with raspy sing-along parts and a “whoa-oh-oh” sensibility. Heartfelt to be sure, if somewhat stylistically dated.
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.
MALESTAT wants to see everything burn! Que Arda Todo is the debut from this punk’n’roll band from Maresme, Spain. The riffs come at you like a freight train, very rock’n’roll-driven, almost as if channeling THIN LIZZY, and the vocals scream with pure disgust, making for a frantic but somehow catchy concoction, like a collision you can’t look away from. Twenty-four minutes of energetic racket and lifted middle fingers, but always very slick and fun. Reminds me of a more raw version of ANNIHILATION TIME. If you like your punk sprinkled with some rock’n’oll attitude, then MALESTAT is the band for you.
This is a reissue of the last album by this Barcelona punk band, originally released in 1997. Formed towards the end of the ’80s, MISERIA Y KOMPAÑÍA created a body of work that is already considered a classic among Spanish punk connoisseurs. I suggest you listen to their fierce 1989 demo called …Y En Un Mal Día, and also give their split with SPATEK a chance. Unlike their early work, which had a more lo-fi and frankly brutal intensity, Mundo Muerto has better production values and more inventive arrangements that give it a very interesting creative variety and make those blastbeats harder. There is also a more marked melodic turn and even forays into ska. If you like Latin American punk, MISERIA Y KOMPAÑÍA is a band that definitely influenced the sound of that region, and this final album is a good entry point to their work.
NAFRA, the Catalonian powerhouse, is back after their excellent self-titled album released last year. Nine songs of fast-paced, high-energy and uplifting hardcore punk that will put a smile on your broken mug and make you take on the streets. Also, you can’t go wrong with VARUKERS and R.I.P. covers.
Catalunyan hardcore punks NAFRA’s new album A Mort is a wild ride that’s giving me all the right vibes. These Spanish punks have really nailed their sound with this fourth release, blending the raw energy of hardcore with sharp vocals that bite the hand that feeds and leave it bleeding. The tracks are fast-paced and unapologetic, making it impossible not to nod your head or mosh along, and it’s clear as day that they’ve poured their heart into this release. Extra points for the Catalan DISCHARGE cover “No Escoltis, No Miris, No Parlis” (“Hear Nothing, See Nothing, Say Nothing”). If you’re on the lookout for something fierce, A Mort is worth the spin!
PIORREAH! was a Spanish band in the mid-’80s, and I believe this album compiles their complete recorded output. Playing in a classic, amateurish punk style, these dudes have the vibe of “local favorites,” somehow reminding me of the shows I used to go see at rec centers and the YMCA during high school. They sprinkle in ska bits more and more as the record goes on, lending further credibility to my “these guys sound kinda like the bands my friends used to make in the ’90s” evaluation. I can picture some Barcelona boomer stumbling across this collection and being super stoked to revisit the sounds of his youth.
“Melodic skate punk” from Spain. Fast, kinda dark, poppy. The more I listened to this the more it felt like a Spanish version of the LILLINGTONS. The singer’s voice is a bit more high-pitched and the production isn’t as polished, but you’d be hard pressed to think of anything different.
In celebration of its twentieth anniversary, a reissue of TOTÄLICKERS inaugural LP has been released. It seems like just a little bit ago that these Barcelonian punks were hitting the scene with their street-level punk crudo, but here we are twenty years on. Honestly, nothing much has changed in the past two decades of punk, as the LP still sounds fresh if you’re uninitiated. A barrage of D-beat, lyrics en español, buzzsaw guitars grinding out lightspeed melodies, a punk classic and yours to be had.
Angry Barcelonians VENENO let lose their fast, high-energy hardcore LP Herejía and if you know any Castilian, you can tell by the title that they really appreciate their HERESY—this is totally the case, as they pay homage to the fast hardcore sound that VOID paved the way for. Singing in Castilian only adds fuel to the fire, as you can feel the rage that comes through their politically-fueled lyrics that deal with society and the scene itself. The members are busy with other bands like ARREST, CRUZ, and PELIGRO! but have the skills and dedication to sound super tight in VENENO. This is a record that makes you feel young, like when you wanted to skate down the street while spray painting “ACAB” on cop cars.
