I’m not sure what the best part of Colossus is – I think it’s every single second that it rants, shouts and spits at you, even the moment where all you hear is ragged breathing.
Opening track Melt Your Mind couldn’t be more aptly titled – it’s a shred of riotous, unhinged energy that bubbles, bursts and roars. In just over 2 minutes, it’s slams home a vibrant blast of melodic metallic punk leaving your jaw on the floor. This is swiftly followed by the drum-happy clatter of Bone Chain, which sounds like Van Halen writing a pop song for Kvelertak.
Taking their name from a ’68 Camaro that Scogin’s father once owned, ’68, are a somewhat departure from The Chariot’s math-rock, spasmodic shape-throwing contortions. Don’t think though for one minute that ’68 are at the opposite end of the spectrum – the raw, jagged bruised scrape is ever present, yet in a more stripped down, ramshackle form.
As the squealing, drawled feedback of opener A Good Idea Realised begins to bleed through, you can almost imagine the Baby G lot straining at their chains, aching to be free. The blood-frothing punk charge hits with the force of a truck; riffs are tearing and utterly demented, whilst the vocals are harsh hair-ripping, teeth-gnashing soundbites of frustration and madness..