Holy fucking shit!! Are you kidding me??? A new release from The Proletariat, one of the most awe inspiring and influential bands to evaaaaaah come out of the Boston Hardcore scene. Did I die and go to Heaven or something? 😊 Thank you sweet baby Jesus for this one, because it is a scorcher. 🔥🔥🔥 If you're not familiar with the bands legendary musical output then shame on you because you're missing out on some of the most beautiful, angry, twisted genius of music that was ever released. Ever. Playing a form of kinetic jazz structured Punk Rock ala Wire or Gang Of Four or even The Pop Group, The Proletariat quickly established themselves as something special and quite unique and different from the slew of all the other similar sounding bands, putting out a few great releases and playing to packed venues all over the place before they just disappeared off the face of the Earth for whatever reasons. Now here it is 30 years later and The Proletariat have resurfaced to deliver these 12 blistering songs full of urgency and passionate ire over societal wrongdoings, and I for one couldn't be happier. This is some crucial shit right here. Absolutely essential and much needed at a time like this in AmeriKKKa.

So this, is officially the 3rd album from The Proletariat. Wow. Talk about awe inspiring. I could only wish that these bands getting back together to cash in on that whole "greatest hits Punk Rock Boring nostalgia" bullshit thing could put out an album half as good as this one is. Yup! This album is called Move and I'm like 6 songs into it right now and there hasn't been a dud so far in this thing. This release is fucking 1000% heavenly genius. Richard Browns snotty faux British sounding voice still drips with anger passion and resentment, and whoever is playing guitar on here has the bands jagged early Gang Of Four sounding guitar noodling down cold. Is it Don Sanders? No clue. This is why I miss out on having stuff on vinyl. Information like that is usually found on there somewhere. Can't find shit like that in an email from a publicist with a download code in it. Oh well. And the original rhythm section of Pete Bevilacqua and Tom McKnight still create some of the tightest, hard pounding, easy flowing danceable rhythms and sounds since the Minutemen did it. I can't believe how good this album is. The formula is simple. Interesting complex punchy melodies designed to get your toes tapping and your brain thinking while the singer just wails and rants passionately like a man demented above it all. Brilliant. Every song on here is a rant about something. The title track is about the MOVE bombing in Philadelphia in 1985, where the police dropped a bomb on a residential neighborhood and killed 11 people. The Indian Removal Act is about the government stealing Native lands which lead up to the Trail of Tears travesty (We live on stolen land... we wrote the History books). Wealth Of Nations rails about how the rich control us all. Scab is about the union battles. And so on and so on. Produced by Lou Giordano, who's audio ear can't be denied, and it sounds incredible because of his involvement. The music kicks, throbs, captivates and motivates, which is something I have always loved about The Proletariat. Their music is danceable as well as educational! ha ha I can't express well enough in words just how fucking great this album is. So many older Punk bands just phone in their new album obligations, putting little to no effort forth because they know that their fans only wanna hear "the hits" for the millionth time, so it does my heart good to hear a band like The Proletariat put forth something as genius as this release is. In times like these we need an album like this to remind us of what's still wrong in our world of apathetic selfishness and lazy incompetence, and to show these newer bands what a real Punk album is supposed to sound like... heh

Released by Boss Tuneage Records, this album is available on vinyl from them by clicking here, and Move is available digitally on Bandcamp, Amazon Music, the Proletariat website (click here) and on Spotify and Apple Music, where they're listed as a Metal band... heh "Like" The Proletariat on Facebook by clicking here. 

A bunch of old Punk guys from bands like Pears, Street Dogs, Scorpios, ​and The Gamits, get together to embrace and celebrate their inner 70's geek and put out an album full of sickly sweet afternoon delight vocals and catchy vapid Emo sounding songs all played at 120 bpm ala Thelma Houston or Donna Summer guaranteed to keep the dance floor moving. Ugh. This album from Bandaid Brigade is well produced, well mixed and all that, but all the songs on here sound like a 70's TV show theme song and since I actually had to live through this 70's shit before, the band's emulating of this craptacular music of that time period on this release does absolutely fuck all for me. This album called I'm Separate could easily be mistaken for one of those late night 'Best of the 70's' compilations or for one of those 70's golden hits mix CD's you find at a truck stop in South Dakota at 3 in the morning, and that my friend is not a good thing. I'm not hip enough or young enough or naive enough to see the irony or the creative expressionism going on with this release from Bandaid Brigade. It sucks. Hard pass. 

Available digitally as well as on colored vinyl and cassette tape from the bands website bandaid-brigade.com. "Like" the band on Facebook by clicking here. Follow Bandaid Brigade on Instagram by clicking here. Check them out on Spotify (click here) and Apple Music (click here).