Iron
Youth- 7” review
What if the singer from GLUE was
really bent out of shape and the band was on Youth Attack? Tortured, agitated, sludgy, driving, dirty
hardcore that sounds like a bad day in the making. Repeated words, repeated thoughts, angry
sighs, Xanax bars chased by bottom shelf whiskey at 2 in the afternoon, My
War’s shorter-songed cousin, trying to forget who you are or that you’re even
alive… that, is this record.
-Aunty Social
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