November 7, 2016

EP: The Meltaways - 7''

The Meltaways' 7" is the perfect punk combination of brains and brawn.

The Meltaways latest 7" starts off with a major reality check. It's matter-of-fact, bubble-bursting, straight talk to a friend who is simply faking it. Echoing the realness of Bikini Kill's "I Hate Danger," a song that similarly seeks to confront an insincere relationship suffering from an attachment to so-called "coolness," the opening track "Friends First" sets the tone: if you're not looking to face the facts, well that's just too bad because The Meltaways will deliver them in spades. Despite the comparison, don't expect the trio to sound like Riot Grrrl 2.0; The Meltaways are serving up an unequivocally hardcore and punk EP.

Track three, "Home," is a perfect song for the pit, visceral both musically and lyrically, with lines like "I clench my jaw hard, squeeze my wrists" that burst with physicality from all ends. Not all brawn, the EP’s also got brains; like any good work of punk, this one is also political. Second track "Enough" has the singer disavowing the worship of structures of power, criticizing blind patriotism, as well as emphasizing the right to leave a situation as one sees fit. This all goes down in a tight two and a half minutes. "Enough" possesses a special combination of righteousness ("I'll never compromise") and ennui ("It's such a bore"), which is a mixture few bands have managed to master. "Home" follows suit as a high-energy study on self-control and the guilt associated with losing it that descends into a goodbye, but not before the final track, "Flight," which serves as a sort of calm after the storm. Referencing a local park and capturing the sad banality of hang outs, it's a rare moment of introspection in an otherwise outward jutting collection of songs, signaling a new-found tolerance of the person who just on track one was surrounded by faux-cool “fake friends.” Track four finds itself a little more forgiving, focused instead on the minutia of the everyday. After lying in the grass and mourning whatever's been lost, all that righteous rage and discomfort could still use a ride home. 


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Natasha Villarraga is a graphic designer and writer in Brooklyn. You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram.