Shuck the shrink-wrap on No Peace and you’ll be surprised to hear the trap-meets-trip hop of “Amnesiatic” open Trash Talk’s third release. It’s as if the Sacramento hardcore mavens spent too much time with the eponymous operators of Odd Future Records and forgot the live evil of their first two efforts.
But “Amnesiatic” and similar album-closer “Reprieve” are fake outs, with 12 tracks of sludge and powerviolence riffs filling the rest of the record. These heavy dozen turn out to be a surprisingly dynamic collection from a quartet whose primary acclaim and criticism has been their staunch preservation of old school hardcore.
On “Body Stuffer,” vocalist Lee Spielman channels Jay-Z’s “On to the Next One,” lifting Jay’s party-popping hook for a darker tale of urban decay. “S.O.S.” takes a traditional route through the verse, but develops a guitar line in the chorus that would be at home in the driving indie rock of Deerhunter or the Pixies. The 28 minutes of No Peace help Trash Talk cement its status as the heaviest name booked on major festivals, improving the band’s formula of violent thrash and vocal tradeoffs between the ever-gnarly Spielman and bassist Spencer Pollard, the latter sounding like “TV Party” Henry Rollins on the worst day of his life.
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