Soga: Demo 12"
"Somos una banda de tres chavas de México."
All the tracks from the incendiary 2018 demo remixed to their fullest potential. This tape was too good not to put on history's preferred format. Scrappy hardcore by members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. We can't wait to hear what they come up with next.
Our take: Demo on vinyl from this Mexican band featuring members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. Iron Lung isn’t in the habit of slapping every half-decent demo to vinyl, so one could assume this demo recording is something extraordinary. That assumption is not wrong. To put it bluntly: I fucking love this record. I love raw, desperate-sounding hardcore with emphasis on passion over technique, but I also love more composed hardcore punk with one foot in 1977. Those two sounds don’t blend intuitively, but Soga made it happen. It’s like if you took Olho Seco or Ataque Frontal, asked them to record songs for the Beach Blvd compilation and told them both to blend and to be themselves. There are moments of loose and careening hardcore you’ll love if you’re into recent records by Forra, Hologram, or Nosferatu (all personal favorites), but songs like “Anuncios De Neón” and “Medianoche” bring to mind the fist-pumping, UK-influenced punk of bands like Channel 3 or Kraut, albeit played with the rough and loose approach of the first three bands I mentioned. I keep spinning this record over and over thinking, “how did they make this work?” Then I remember to stop analyzing and just let this incredible music course through my body like a drug. Perhaps Soga is tailor made to my particular taste, but if your taste is anything like mine, you’ll want to check this out immediately.
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Soga: Demo 12"
Soga: Demo 12"
"Somos una banda de tres chavas de México."
All the tracks from the incendiary 2018 demo remixed to their fullest potential. This tape was too good not to put on history's preferred format. Scrappy hardcore by members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. We can't wait to hear what they come up with next.
Our take: Demo on vinyl from this Mexican band featuring members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. Iron Lung isn’t in the habit of slapping every half-decent demo to vinyl, so one could assume this demo recording is something extraordinary. That assumption is not wrong. To put it bluntly: I fucking love this record. I love raw, desperate-sounding hardcore with emphasis on passion over technique, but I also love more composed hardcore punk with one foot in 1977. Those two sounds don’t blend intuitively, but Soga made it happen. It’s like if you took Olho Seco or Ataque Frontal, asked them to record songs for the Beach Blvd compilation and told them both to blend and to be themselves. There are moments of loose and careening hardcore you’ll love if you’re into recent records by Forra, Hologram, or Nosferatu (all personal favorites), but songs like “Anuncios De Neón” and “Medianoche” bring to mind the fist-pumping, UK-influenced punk of bands like Channel 3 or Kraut, albeit played with the rough and loose approach of the first three bands I mentioned. I keep spinning this record over and over thinking, “how did they make this work?” Then I remember to stop analyzing and just let this incredible music course through my body like a drug. Perhaps Soga is tailor made to my particular taste, but if your taste is anything like mine, you’ll want to check this out immediately.
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"Somos una banda de tres chavas de México."
All the tracks from the incendiary 2018 demo remixed to their fullest potential. This tape was too good not to put on history's preferred format. Scrappy hardcore by members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. We can't wait to hear what they come up with next.
Our take: Demo on vinyl from this Mexican band featuring members of Riña, Cremalleras and Ratas Del Vaticano. Iron Lung isn’t in the habit of slapping every half-decent demo to vinyl, so one could assume this demo recording is something extraordinary. That assumption is not wrong. To put it bluntly: I fucking love this record. I love raw, desperate-sounding hardcore with emphasis on passion over technique, but I also love more composed hardcore punk with one foot in 1977. Those two sounds don’t blend intuitively, but Soga made it happen. It’s like if you took Olho Seco or Ataque Frontal, asked them to record songs for the Beach Blvd compilation and told them both to blend and to be themselves. There are moments of loose and careening hardcore you’ll love if you’re into recent records by Forra, Hologram, or Nosferatu (all personal favorites), but songs like “Anuncios De Neón” and “Medianoche” bring to mind the fist-pumping, UK-influenced punk of bands like Channel 3 or Kraut, albeit played with the rough and loose approach of the first three bands I mentioned. I keep spinning this record over and over thinking, “how did they make this work?” Then I remember to stop analyzing and just let this incredible music course through my body like a drug. Perhaps Soga is tailor made to my particular taste, but if your taste is anything like mine, you’ll want to check this out immediately.
