UNSANITARY NAPKIN - The Balls Are Back In Town
In the year 2026 anarcho punk's obnoxious second revival (this side of the 2000s anyways) has overstayed it's welcome (again) with UNSANITARY NAPKIN being the one glaring exception to this rule. I do not want to hear people reworking CRASS Records shit into modern goth-rock, I do not want to see punks with perfectly black buttoned up denim jackets, La Vida Es Un Mus tote bags and tucked in bleached shirts.
What do I want? I want basslines that mangle and distort DEVO tunes into the most outrageously pissed off punk this side of the Pacific, I want vocals that twist and tear in a fury usually reserved for hc seven inches doomed for bargain bins in the eighties/the $300 range of discogs; and I want a drummer setting the bar so high that everyone else might as well snap their sticks and pawn off those TOTALITAR LPs cos ya not gonna make it, man.
UNSANITARY NAPKIN are the real fuckin' deal folks. There's no need for dreary metaphors about birds and smokestacks; they'll tell you bluntly who's a disgusting monster and why, that reality itself is being warped and stolen from us and that this fact should sting your already fried synapses. This bluntness keeps me invested in this trio, it's a kind of honest vitriol that's usually reserved for those rare moments where anger can reach a white-hot clarity that most bands only manage to imitate rather than full-throatedly express.
The four new tracks on this cassette are well worth the price of admission and easily banished any thoughts of xeroxed mushroom clouds and melancholic peace signs I might've had, leaving only a scathing indictment of the current now we're trudging through. Highly recommended.
Self-released. Listen here: https://unsanitarynapkin.bandcamp.com/album/the-balls-are-back-in-town
Unsanitary Napkin