- Release Info -
Artist: Swingin' Utters
Album: Here, Under Protest
Label: Fat Wreck
Playtime: 33:39 min
Genre: Punk
URL:
Rip date: 2011-04-18
Street date: 2011-04-26
Size: 67.72 MB
Type: Normal
Quality: 264 kbps / 4410Hz / Joint Stereo
- Release Notes -
Man, these days everyone with a chipped tooth and a bad haircut says they’re
street punk. It’s almost gotten to the point where it just seems like
gimmickry, like being bi-polar or good looking. But once in a while, a dude
who works in a warehouse gets together with a truck driver and makes shit
kickin’ punk rock songs so ball-smashingly radical that they end up getting
the guys from Me First and the Gimme Gimmes and One Man Army to help ‘em sing,
and the end result is everybody’s favorite San Francisco institution that
isn’t completely riddled with glory holes, the Swingin’ Utters. I know what
you’re saying: what the fuck am I doing reading a Swingin’ Utters bio in 2011?
Sure, they’re pretty much the trailblaizenist band that ever decided to put
grandpa’s banjo and spittoon next to the marshall full stacks and the booze,
but what have they done lately? Well, I’ll tell you, you impudent young
whippersnapper. They’ve recorded Here, Under Protest, the single best album of
their already award winning career (handsomest ballsack on a punk, 2001-02
[Darius]) and that’s saying something. It’s, as Ron Burgundy would attest, a
pretty big deal.
It’s a big deal because the Utters have been kicking ass since even before
1995’s The Streets Of San Francisco, which was so good that it got them signed
to Fat Wreck Chords (back when that was a hard thing to do [Heyo!]), got them
the attention of pretty much everyone that listens to good, aggressive music,
got them on the Warped Tour and even won them a Bay Area Music award or two.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, and sure, awards shows can be a self
congratulatory blow-a-thon, but when a bunch of vagabonds like the Utters
stroll in drunk wearing Dickies and tee shirts and stagger out with some
awards, to the chagrin of all the dipshits, well, that’s pretty cool, right?
Of course. So what happened then?
Well, they put out a ton of great records, including A Juvenile Product of the
Working Class, Five Lessons Learned, Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and
Bones, an eponymous record, and a veritable shit-ton of EP’s and live stuff,
toured relentlessly with such little-known bands as Rancid, NOFX, The Damned
and Dropkick Murphys, sold over two hundred thousand records, annexed the
golden voiced Spike Slawson of Me First and the Gimme Gimmes fame on bass and
vocals, convinced Jack from Dead to Me and One Man Army to start playing
guitar and singin’ too, and suddenly, on Here, Under Protest, the Utters have
found themselves with this insanely stacked, Voltron-esque lineup, boasting a
goddamned reckless cavalcade of vocal ability. That’s right, man. The Utters
are bringin’ THREE FUCKING LEAD VOCALISTS to the table, and three vocalists
that all could (and do) front amazing bands of their own. It’s like if Velvet
Revolver was good or if the Backstreet Boys had stayed an oi band. Look, we’re
getting off the subject. The point is, the Utters are back with their first
full length in eight years, one that features Spike and Jack singing alongside
Johnny and Darius for the first time in, uh…ever, and one that is going to
kick the dicks of the Oi/Streetpunk scene like only a bunch of dudes with
shitty jobs, axes to grind, beers to drink and a history of defining and
putting out the best records of the genre can do.
Here, Under Protest is fourteen tracks of the Irish/Oi/streetpunk sound that
you’ve come to expect from the Utters, and it’s also their best record. Look,
all bios say that the musicianship is great and what you’ve become accustomed
to is now being brought in bold new ways and then some, but this time, we’re
talking about the Swingin’ Utters, and you already know how awesome they are,
so let’s fuck the pretense, and close by saying that despite the smug, ‘eye on
the exits’ title of Here, Under Protest, these dudes show no signs of slowing
down after a staggering twenty-one years of doing it. So here’s a toast to the
best new record by the best classic band in recent memory. In the words of my
grandpa “To our wives and girlfriends! May they never meet!” Hey, whaddaya
want? These are the Utters and it’s been eight years since their last record.
Drink up! Don’t be such a dildo.
- Track List -
01. Brand New Lungs ( 2:43)
02. Taking The Long Way ( 1:59)
03. Bent Collector Of 1,000 Limbs ( 2:32)
04. Kick It Over ( 2:30)
05. Good Things ( 2:04)
06. Sketch Squandered Teen ( 2:03)
07. Heavy Head ( 2:29)
08. (You're Got To) Give It All To The Man ( 1:10)
09. Time On My Own ( 2:48)
10. Lepers, Thieves, And Whores ( 2:18)
11. Blindness Is Kind ( 2:59)
12. Reds And Blues And Beggars ( 2:16)
13. Scary Brittle Frame ( 2:13)
14. Effortless Amnesiac ( 3:35)
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