A Culture of Killing: S/T 12"
Very little information exists about Italian anarcho-punks A Culture Of Killing. Like many of their forebears, they evidently eschew communication via mainstream press or corporate-owned social media.
So I guess itās on me to tell ya that their latest release is a long-overdue vinyl press of their 2017 self-titled cassette, and it absolutely slays.
OK, itās not immediately obvious as anarcho - you wonāt find the teeth-rattling rhythms of early Crass or Flux Of Pink Indians on any of the eight tracks here. Sonically the territory the occupy is somewhere between the gothed-out territory marked out by The Cure and Siouxsie, and the more mournful but recognisably punk tones of The Mob (in fact, they even cover that bandās Mirror Breaks and firmly put their own stamp on it).
This screams early 1980s - a time presided over by right-wing politicians, with the shadows of recession and poverty hanging ominously over proceedingsā¦ hey, that sounds familiarā¦ Unsurprisingly for a bunch of anarchists, ACOK are about far more than the mere sound of the music. They rail against the state of the world - and sure, these songs are from 2017, but it canāt have escaped your notice that things aināt improved too much. Thatās why we need soundtracks like this, helping us make sense of the mess weāre inhabiting thanks to the shitbags in power. If that sounds simplistic, their worldview is most assuredly not. For now though, itās clear what we have to do: ENGAGE, for fuckās sake.
And that starts right here, with a record thatās dark, entrancing, exhilarating andā¦ ah hey, Iām going there: IMPORTANT. Press play and thrill forever. Anyone who doesnāt is a fucking cop.
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A Culture of Killing: S/T 12"
A Culture of Killing: S/T 12"
Very little information exists about Italian anarcho-punks A Culture Of Killing. Like many of their forebears, they evidently eschew communication via mainstream press or corporate-owned social media.
So I guess itās on me to tell ya that their latest release is a long-overdue vinyl press of their 2017 self-titled cassette, and it absolutely slays.
OK, itās not immediately obvious as anarcho - you wonāt find the teeth-rattling rhythms of early Crass or Flux Of Pink Indians on any of the eight tracks here. Sonically the territory the occupy is somewhere between the gothed-out territory marked out by The Cure and Siouxsie, and the more mournful but recognisably punk tones of The Mob (in fact, they even cover that bandās Mirror Breaks and firmly put their own stamp on it).
This screams early 1980s - a time presided over by right-wing politicians, with the shadows of recession and poverty hanging ominously over proceedingsā¦ hey, that sounds familiarā¦ Unsurprisingly for a bunch of anarchists, ACOK are about far more than the mere sound of the music. They rail against the state of the world - and sure, these songs are from 2017, but it canāt have escaped your notice that things aināt improved too much. Thatās why we need soundtracks like this, helping us make sense of the mess weāre inhabiting thanks to the shitbags in power. If that sounds simplistic, their worldview is most assuredly not. For now though, itās clear what we have to do: ENGAGE, for fuckās sake.
And that starts right here, with a record thatās dark, entrancing, exhilarating andā¦ ah hey, Iām going there: IMPORTANT. Press play and thrill forever. Anyone who doesnāt is a fucking cop.
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Very little information exists about Italian anarcho-punks A Culture Of Killing. Like many of their forebears, they evidently eschew communication via mainstream press or corporate-owned social media.
So I guess itās on me to tell ya that their latest release is a long-overdue vinyl press of their 2017 self-titled cassette, and it absolutely slays.
OK, itās not immediately obvious as anarcho - you wonāt find the teeth-rattling rhythms of early Crass or Flux Of Pink Indians on any of the eight tracks here. Sonically the territory the occupy is somewhere between the gothed-out territory marked out by The Cure and Siouxsie, and the more mournful but recognisably punk tones of The Mob (in fact, they even cover that bandās Mirror Breaks and firmly put their own stamp on it).
This screams early 1980s - a time presided over by right-wing politicians, with the shadows of recession and poverty hanging ominously over proceedingsā¦ hey, that sounds familiarā¦ Unsurprisingly for a bunch of anarchists, ACOK are about far more than the mere sound of the music. They rail against the state of the world - and sure, these songs are from 2017, but it canāt have escaped your notice that things aināt improved too much. Thatās why we need soundtracks like this, helping us make sense of the mess weāre inhabiting thanks to the shitbags in power. If that sounds simplistic, their worldview is most assuredly not. For now though, itās clear what we have to do: ENGAGE, for fuckās sake.
And that starts right here, with a record thatās dark, entrancing, exhilarating andā¦ ah hey, Iām going there: IMPORTANT. Press play and thrill forever. Anyone who doesnāt is a fucking cop.
