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After a year-long absence from these shores, this round of dates begins a
fairly road heavy campaign for The Bronx in support of their third album, due
in a fortnight.
The new songs appear less representative of their rawer,
more ferocious early material. Knifeman and Young Bloods both plough a much
more melodic and anthemic direction with the cursory nod to '80s hard rock,
but both fail to stand out in a set which otherwise chucks three
minute cluster bombs of fury one after the other.
"I promise you this," announces Caughthran at one point, "We'll never put
out anything that's shit."
Their first two albums were gritty modern tales which won them the
respect of punk and hardcore kids. Perhaps that statement was a
justification: "It'll do," in other words.
Not to say that one of LA's finest acts are mellowing out completely. This is
our fourth encounter with them, and the intensity and carnage of their early
shows remains, fanned by frenetic couplings of They Will Kill Us All and
Cobra Lucha, or Around The Horn and History's Stranglers.
Bodies fall one after the other atop us; many hands rub necks, clutch jaws and nurse
rib cages. In the spirit of punk gigs everyone is quick to help each other
out - even the guy who is too drunk to keep his eyes open and remember he's
just taken a swing at someone and missed.
Beer, brawling and bruises. Yes, The Bronx are indeed back.
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