119 by Trash Talk

 It’s Trash Talk making music Trash Talk want to listen to

Rather than stampeding recklessly forward on the heels of cataclysmic frontman Lee Spielman, Trash Talk have re-directed their energy into mountainous, pile-driving riffs that hit with a lowdown, deliberate force.

This particular lack of evolution, though, doesn’t mean the band isn’t getting better; they are, and that’s often shown in how efficiently the best songs play out here.

Though 119 certainly presents itself as a solid punk record for the majority of its run, what I find hard to understand is how Trash Talk struggle to reclaim the perfectly balanced approach to hardcore that they successfully harnessed barely a year ago on a five song EP.

Trash Talk continue with not reinventing the wheel, and they do so effectively—it grinds, it pummels, and it’s tailor-made for another generation of youth to get their circle pit on. 

I don’t see much point in recommending an album that is, at best, a dilution of the real experience it’s trying to capture.