Disappointed to find out this band didnâ€™t consist of Del Boy on lead vocals shouted through a mobile phone, Rodders on astro turf and Uncle Albert playing a shipâ€™s horn.
Only Fumes And Corpses are a 5-piece from Ireland. In their world, the notion of a chorus is a completely alien concept. What isnâ€™t alien however, is the speed at which the listener can be mashed into a bloody, twisted pulp. That, is Only Fumes And Corpses goal. Brutal, direct and uncompromising â€“ â€˜Selfish Act Iâ€™ is 13 tracks in around 11 minutes.
Thereâ€™s a mad-eyed, wild-dog ferocity to this. Teeth-bared, intense hardcore that rushes past with no grace; just jagged, uncomfortable destruction. Itâ€™s as though each song is on fire and the quickest way to extinguish it, is to rollick through it as fast as possible.
They owe a hell of a lot to Some Girls and not just because of the briefness of these tracks. Itâ€™s the bluntness â€“ the corrupted dark hardcore attack thatâ€™s on offer. Vocally, itâ€™s not as spluttered, but channels a hoarse bark of defiance and scathing fury.
I admire the style at which they attack their music â€“ â€˜Full Circleâ€™ is a fairly, dense chugging face-punch of barrelling riffs and exploding, blast-beat drums, whereas â€˜Smile Foreverâ€™ kind of follows a more gang-vocal/poppy bounce, whilst still being fairly heavy, it feels a lot more unified and bonded in brotherhood. â€˜Self Medicateâ€™ is a riot of angst and bludgeoning terror condensed into 34 seconds, whilst â€˜Blindedâ€™ is screwed-up guitar riffs smashed so hard into each other, they splinter.
â€˜Lost Generationâ€™ is what you would get if you trimmed all the fat from an entire Hatebreed record and just kept the good stuff â€“ i.e. huge crunching riffage, speed-metal licks and some truly unhinged soloing stuck in for good measure. â€˜The Lush Part 2â€™ reminds me strongly of hardcore upstarts, TouchÃ© AmorÃ© â€“ that same rigorous, concentrated attack on the senses, but a lot more direct and blunt. â€˜The Lush Part 1â€™ is the stamping, weighty lurch of a band beginning to break away from the speed in places, before staggering back into a heady mix of frantic malice.
Bare-bones, rattling hardcore punk that will rattle the teeth in your skull â€“ Only Fumes and Corpses are a wrecking crew of haste and chaos.