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Flagstaff's hardcore legends, NO WRONG, were sorely overdue for a release even months before this dropped. Sprouting out of the dust of a confused, messy, horribly in need of good music Flagstaff, they quickly took over Northern Arizona with a writhing vengeance, waging war with d-beat destruction and breakneck power chords. Their debut EP, DEMO, gets the job done.
PORK CHOP overblows every eardrum with scattered, power chord violence like a nostalgic, distorted pop anthem. AJ rides on every cymbal so hard their timbre is fried into my eardrum. Jon maintains perfect punk posture against Joan, Nate, and Greyson's steady, chunky, barring drive. These little wisps of solos carry on through the edges of a noisy break before returning to a constant, unrelenting force.
BUNKER BUSTER is probably my favorite from this EP. Feedback sprawls across the page and along the edges of every fast-paced snare-fuck. It just has this addicting, throbbing rhythm--like every string from every instrument is forcing us forwards and backwards at the same time. Unstable, yet refusing to resolve, we descend only further into Jon's rantings, completely ambiguated by thrashing distortion. We chug along against harmonized chromatics like a spiral into unexplored worlds ripped straight from science fiction. Killer.
BOTTLE OPENER prioritizes Greyson's bottomless bass more than anything. You can hear its muffled throbbing through every chord stab and snare roll. Usually I get horribly, horribly bored with more straight pv, d-beat (true punks please don't come after me, I have no clue what anything is) stuff, but NO WRONG has always been different. They approach every turn and shift with unmatched energy, led mostly by AJ's unstoppable stamina and sheer fucking will. Guitars slide in and out of complete noise, Jon grunts into our ears, and Greyson and AJ seem to be endless and permanent in their determination.
GRUNT matches the war aesthetic with perhaps the most quotable and awesome scene in cinema history from Apocalypse Now. I love the smell of napalm in the morning... We drag along in their sluggish pace before returning to that all-too-familiar popping snare and tom. Every string is in such perfect unison that it is nearly impossible to differentiate them, like beings ripped from the same fabric into some life of anguish. Jon's little scream before the song's final push rules.
THE MILK crawls across the fretboard impatiently, slowly speeding into half their own complexity for a moment. Even when they recycle these parts into similar ones, they take on a life of their own every time. Almost exactly halfway in, we get this killer switch up that breaks down at the edges and turns into a liminal chaos, just out of reach and aching beneath a warbling synth and distorted effects. Then boom.
I've been meaning to cover this for a while. I'm so sorry to friends in NO WRONG that it's taken me so long... Please check this out if you haven't already. It's ragged, fun, and as quick as it gets. I also filmed a little video of their release show for this which you can check out here.
8/10
Stream DEMO.
-Foster
It's okay kinda overrated 🥱
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