The Bronx - Young Bloods (Universal)
4/5
I hear much about The Bronx, but due to my own overpowering ennui I've never actually made the jump to giving them a proper listen. I knew they made loud and lauded punk, something that seemed rather appealing on paper, but before this review I'd never made the leap from hearsay to earphones.
'Young Bloods', taken from their minimally ordained third album The Bronx (III), is round-about the perfect length for a punk song - 2 minutes and 55 seconds - and is most likely structured perfectly, too - no intro, just two verses and three choruses, with a smattering of noise around the 2-minute mark to flesh things out a little. It's angry, it's tuneful, and it pulsates with an intellectual energy that this reviewer presumes has made The Bronx such a big deal.
As guitars thrash a pleasingly melodious riff, singer (and we can call him that) Matt Caughthran intones slightly apocalyptic phrases like "nothing is ever returned" and "young blood destroyed the old empire" with such glee that one can pretty much see the wolfish grin on his face. There's nothing extra, just a band having fun with punk and paradoxes. Let me be not the first to say; long may it continue.
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