Sometimes jazz musicians talk about concepts like “the space between notes” and the importance of “the notes you don’t play” when referring to selecting exactly the right phrasing and making each and every one count. Every note is indeed important to the the veteran Massachusetts hardcore punks in A Wilhelm Scream but instead of letting their music breathe, they pack as many 32nd note fills as they possibly can into their latest album Career Suicide. From the word “go” it simply explodes. It is fucking brilliant.
Imagine syrupy California skate-punk vocal harmonies fused with the pop-core melodies of Strung Out and the power metal guitar shredding of Dragonforce. Yes, I’m serious. Career Suicide finds A Wilhelm Scream simply hurling itself forward at breakneck speed and delivering one of the most impassioned and well-executed punk records I’ve heard in some time (maybe ever). There is no wanking off or posturing and there is no filler. Every riff and every searing solo is absolutely necessary to this record’s success.
My brother rarely recommends stuff to me but he enthusiastically insisted that I get Career Suicide. I did and nearly (and gladly) shit myself in awe on my first listen. I cannot stress enough just how great this album is. It is balls. Sure, I’ll hesitantly call this pop punk, but Career Suicide is much more than that. It is anthemic, fast-as-fuck, melodic, pissed off, complex, thought-provoking, and virtually flawless.
Never in a million years would I have expected to hear something this technical and razor-sharp with as many catchy hooks as Career Suicide has. It’s like Propagandhi on crack, covered in chocolate and deep fried. A Wilhelm Scream has made and un-fucking-believable record that showcases their almost superhuman chops, killer songwriting, and even a sense of humor. Fuck its awesome. Look for Career Suicide near the top of my year end list.
MP3 | A Wilhelm Scream – 5 To 9 Career Suicide
MP3 | A Wilhelm Scream – These Dead Streets Career Suicide