Epic Problem – Lines EP
The 90s were a brilliant time for punk compilations – as a
teenager getting into punk music in the early 2000s, I found myself quickly
giving up on the Punk-O-Rama’s and Give ‘Em the Boot’s being put out at the
time and delving into earlier issues. While these compilations dipped a toe
into the mainstream via Rancid, NOFX and the like (while still remaining
brilliant, don’t get me wrong…well, at least until the 4th or 5th
release by either series’), TKO threw together some awesome, angry and harder to
come by releases under the title of Punch
Drunk. These focused heavily on rough and ready street punk, ideal drinking
music which also, while the media was calling any old shit with spiky hair and
guitars skate punk, was picked up on by the SF based skateboarding company
Deluxe and used as the soundtrack to actual, balls out skating rather than
hanging out by the Corn Exchange wearing Bernie’s jeans and a fringe. I write
this only because it seems a perfect starting point to talk about
midlands-based punks Epic Problem, who have just released a four track EP
called Lines and who would sound
right at home on one of those classic compilations, taking those anthemic sounds
but created something more intricate and dare I say mature sounding – I guess
the opposite way to approach describing their sound would be to evoke
Leatherface but with more drive and anger.
The record turned up on my doorstep a couple of days ago,
resplendent in blue splatter vinyl and with stickers thrown in (I fucking love
stickers), and I haven’t really stopped listening to it since – it is a perfect
soundtrack to skating down the street, cheering up a stressed girlfriend or
drinking wine dead fast because fuck it, you’re celebrating Wednesday. A
clearer sound quality than previous releases does full justice to the four
tracks, with a Scrooge level tightness to the musicianship backing up a
gravel-voiced vocal which conveys a sincerity and passion you ain’t gunna hear
in the charts any time soon. Some carefully placed harmonies add to their sound
nicely, especially the ‘whoooaa’s’ which open ‘Sink’ and bring to mind the
Bouncing Souls way back when they were good. With alumni from the Dead Subverts
and Blitz being involved in this group it was never going to be a half-arsed
job, and this definitely shows a band going from strength to strength.
Whiskey-flavoured icing on the cake is a cover of the Beltones’ ‘Weak’,
bringing me back round to the Punch Drunk
comparison and giving some love to one of the Bay Area’s finest exports,
fucking quality! I’m looking forward to checking them out live ASAP, as this is
damn fine drinking and dancing music.
By Jono Coote