Prolapse – “Demo”
This is music like if you’re jumping on a trampoline with firecrackers attached to the side of your head. And you’re on a pogo stick at the same time. And the ends of the trampoline have caught on fire while someone else has also, built a moat on the outer edges filled with piranha.
That is how I started my last review of this band, Prolapse, a street punk/Oi/hardcore band that just wants to make a lot of fast, loud, wild music while writers like me like to pontificate- Ah, now that’s a fancy word- about young people expressing themselves and having fun.
But since I’ve written those words, they’ve written and recorded a new release.
And on a side note- I did replicate what happens in that first paragraph. You know, the trampoline, firecrackers and the moat. Just to see, if I did in fact, hear their music while I did this.
Seems it turned out to be a really, terrifying experience for me!
The firecrackers set fire to my nose hairs, I fell into the moat causing the piranha to bite off my hemorrhoids! All’n’all it was a horrid, but I must admit, unique experience.
But the worst of it was, instead of Prolapse music playing while this occurred, it was Dave Matthews songs playing in my head while all this took place.
Oh! The horror of it all!
Let’s check their new release and pray it’s not as frightening:
“Who’s It For” starts out rockin’ like it could’ve been a cut from The Sex Pistols album. But once the vocals enter, by a female vocalist named Clark- in the last review I just assumed it was PJ who does sing for the band Moose Knuckle. In fact, he plays bassoon or maybe glockenspiel in this band, but that’s mere speculation on my part. Anyways, when Clark busts in the energy bursts forward causing my ice coffee to spill over into my lap, brain freezing my scrotum. But the music kicks ass, the vocals passionately wail and rail against gentrification. “Move in the rich. Kick out the poor, Buy a condo if you can afford it…Then get the fuck out.” All I know is my ears want to live where songs like this reside.
After beginning with what sounds out like a drawn out ending to a classic rock song, “Aggressor” attacks with an awesome, metal like lick while the vocals barrel in like a hurricane and the drums take their good time to kick it all in. “You’re the aggressor and you pin all the blame on me…you’re narcissistic and no one’s to the wiser and you continue to destroy all the lives around you.” Sounds like a lot of our male leaders, or maybe, all of them. But this song sounds pretty, fucking great to me.
“Deadbeat” is a charging, gritty tune with a cool breakdown. “You’re living like kings, we squander like rats. Yeah, we’re having more fun but we need to fight back.” Yes, the young folks need to do so and I believe they will. And I’m sure of it, just as sure as stating- this is a powerfully, intense song ending with a cool, seething breakdown.
“Maladjusted” is a great example of why I love this band- lo-fi production, riding the fine line between punk and hardcore along with some raw, raspy vocals reminding me of one of my very favorite punk bands of all time, San Francisco’s The Avengers. And the garage chords and psychedelic solo reminds me of Iggy & The Stooges. Can one conjure up any better references than this?
Prolapse (Definition): a slipping forward or down of one of the parts, or organs of the body.
As informative as this is- I’m not sure how this relates to the music of this band. Though, I do feel my heart skip a beat during one of their touching, sentimental ballads.
But now, come to think of it, they don’t have any! Let’s just go on the notion that that last line was written while my brain was slipping down into my scrotum.
And that is where it is most likely to stay.
But that’s okay, never did have much use for that organ anyway, making me worry or think about things. Instead of just enjoying myself like how my scrotum usually urges me to do.
But my ears are holding steady and they bring me great joy, like while I’m listening to Prolapse.
This is one great slab of sound.
So don’t listen to those music writers who go on and on about inflammable nose hairs, trampolines and scrotum eating piranhas.
But do listen to this new band, this new release of theirs-
It’s energy, in fueled wild fun (in the music) and socially conscious, intense lyrics (in the words).
I’m about to take my own advice. After one more go on this trampoline…
(Slimedog)
