Rate: 7 Stars

In nice colored vinyl, Deadlamb Records gives us a nice compilation album with 12 songs, of which 5 of songs are unreleased (at least when the album came out) Nilz plays fast hard punk with tough drums. Audible Joes has a long lyrics to their song and a little different punk but it's really good. I've heard Jobseekers before and they play fast desperate punk. I love it! Gakk has a song title that has been used before and it is One By One and with a hoarse singer it sounds really good. Jollars has a sound that reminds me a bit of Blitz and it's a really cheeky and fast song. One of the better groups on the record. United Bottles is more rock than punk. Grits song starts as a Pistols song but goes a little faster then. A girl on vocals makes it one of the best songs on the record because they differ in that way from the other groups. Nomatrix plays fast and is one of my favorite Irish bands. The Turn has the fastest song on the record? A bit dull sound unfortunately but it's really punk. Deathgrip sounds almost like deathmetal mixed with hardcore and it is a really cool group. The Divils differ from the crowd with their skareggae music and they are a break from the harder. Shithätt ends the album with his slightly different song with a talking "song" but the music is quite good. A worthy collection for Irish music 20/7-2020

Skrutt Magazine


You can never keep a good underdog down, especially if the buggers throwing out the noisy produce are immersed for life. Deadlamb Records is primarily a 2 man operation, the lads supported the early SAS Tour I ran with my mate Andy NoizeAnoize and have proven themselves to be real understanding blokes as regards the struggle of all things under the radar. They are a steady and reliable force that never follow the expected route and are keen to spread the word of international noise as best as they can - always with the leaning towards that which is struggling to get good airplay. They have done 4 Lambination compilations, 1 Swedish comp, the mighty Spit and Sawdust comp and now the one under scrutiny here. This begins a new campaign that will scour through different countries finding underdog punk. The label also has 44 releases to its name and 4 more in the pipeline. Wow - you gotta love what they do, this is another compilation - I am enthused.

The Nilz open this varied bag of punked noise with the maniacally delivered outburst called 'Welcome To The Toybox'. This opening blast is direct, chain-sawed and never looks back over its shoulder. Essences of many obvious flavours hit home, it is the basic instincts where greatest appeal is found. Batter and clatter, leave the listener bruised and see what the verdict is - that is a formula I like. Within the hollers we get saw blades brandished, the scars may run deeper than first deemed. Audible Joes cough and splutter inward next with the sinewy and highly forceful push of 'Majority Rule'. The song is typical of many US recordings I have heard and for me has a majority of leanings towards times earlier in the 21st century. The technical skill is blatantly on the mark, the crew play with a tight-assed affect that drops not one error and the throat at the fore is seared in a symptomatic style of the sub-genre suggested. The harmonised hollers have a good injection of pace and will indulge the crowds - what more do you want! Next and the Jobseekers 'Spit' one right in your face with a vociferous hardcore industry striving its best to roughen up the listener and sandpaper any indifference one may have. The output is typical tunery from this rankled pit and roars and scrapes a good layer off the attentive senses. It will be orthodox matter though for those in the knowing sub-generic circle but the final roar-up is invigorating to say the least!

The Gakk arrive next with ‘One By One’. They offer up a self-assured threat that no one can ever win when factions within one country collide. The throat dictates above a hotbed of sizzling sound that works with heavy-sweated design and tight-assed economy. Flamboyant extras come, the song bubbles over but stays intact and this is one heavy duty repeat-beat scorcher to add another spark to an already fascinating collection of under the radar sounds. The Jollars bring a spot of street-noise cum football-esque rioting via 'Rebel Boot Boys', a clod-hopping clatter down the alleyways of your mind were 'Oi' is sprayed on the walls, freshly polished Ox-Bloods propel shanks and no slackers are tolerated. A boisterous boomer this celebrating an identity, not giving a fuck and fitting into the sub-generic pool with ease - it clears the head that is for sure.

Cracking along here and United Bottles throw in a professionalised cut of liquid noise via the effort slapped down under the name of 'Ghosts Along The Gangland'. The impetus is high, the unity between players tight and the end production complimentary to what the band are doing. An outpouring that transcends European/Us Punk and seems to hybridise the two - nifty! Next and 'Stray Bullets' are scattered by the group of degenerates known as Grit. The she lead blows out a trail, the feisty tunesters follow in the wake and along the way we, as mortal listeners, get dragged along with appreciation to my spiked and studded joy. The short running time, the galloping impetus and general gusto work a treat, one need add little else. The 2 Deadlamb creators are up next, as part and parcel of the long term unit Nomatrix, a crew who have done their time and continue to do so, once more issuing out a fine blast of honest noise with the clattering cacophony flying under the name of 'Struggle With Momentum'. This song certainly doesn't struggle with momentum at all and hammers forth with the briefest of respites offered just to add that contrast factor. The final chant is demonic chanting on whizz - and what a good way to end a quite bulldozing song.

The Turn take us into the final run in, here the band under the spotlight offer a sound I liken to early 90's DIY US urgency with a brandished knife of sound primarily reliant on gushing enthusiasm and a speed injected desire to nail the noise and the message. The song 'Deaf, Dumb And Drunk' is a pace burst laden with youthful energy and adds yet another subtle twist to a well-compacted CD. Deathgrip turn up the white heat and spill the hardcore conflagration that follows the duo-lead route used and abused by other bastards of hefty intent. 'Slave Rinse Repeat' is a bubbling broth of spitting mania, crossing vocal swords throughout, slashing at the resistance and letting you have it full in the face in no uncertain terms. The throats are burnt to a crisp, the application of noise hurtling, no prisoners or mere passers-by are left standing - the band do it well.
A skanky cum street-rap cum oddment is donated by The Divils, a moment that throws yet another boomerang of awkwardness and keeps me chivvied and all agog. 'Do Something Positive' may over-elaborate at times, may be a spanner in the works, may not be to everyone's liking but there is a mix to munch on and many elements to applaud as well as an out-of-sync blatancy that sticks a finger up the jacksie of your expectations. The band showcase much, leave you wondering and hopefully get you investigating - that is success methinks. We piss off into the final silence with the opening tribality of 'Both' by Shitthatt. A screwing, spiteful and sinister sounding piece of colliding kit that has a docu-style essence and something to throw the senses sideways. As many know, I like shit that is thrown from hidden niches, this is what I deem punk to be - a boundary stretching force to fuck the norm - I think Shitthatt do that here and with the musical news reel turning and the tetchy backdrop of sound unsettled, I am intrigued.

And Deadlamb do it again, mix, match, keep it unorthodox and bring together tonal treats that, without the labels help, would perhaps stay too far apart. My admiration is high, my gratitude at being allowed to listen in and scribble is, as ever, genuine. I hope all and sundry plucking on here and the label themselves take one snippet of advice - 'just keep on doing it for the sheer love of it - idleness is not an option'.