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.
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