Less punk, more junk.

Getting tired of the same ol’ punk shit up here on the Jimmy? Sick of the gimmicks? Sick of the “weird” discordant punk that everyone is suddenly pushing out? Wanting to listen to something that’s actually different from the rest of the greasy garbage on this channel? Dreaming that Jimmy will finally shut the fuck up for once? Well, right now, I can promise you every single one of those things—er, barring the last one, of course. I’ve made a side-job out of having a bad case of diarrhea-mouth, so I gotta milk this shit for what it’s worth while our dinky punk community is still relevant. Raah, the end is nigh, flip your tapes on Discogs before it’s too late. Raah.

But anyways, this is Chaste, a hardcore/grindcore/powerviolence something-something band from New York. That’s right, grindcore/powerviolence. I can legitimately count—on my fingers, mind you—the amount of times that a grindcore or powerviolence has found its way onto my channel, yet I can’t even begin to count the amount of times that I’ve been asked to upload bands that fall into that category. I’m typically not much of a picky listener, it’s just that I personally find it difficult to come across a band of this nature that scratches the right itch, you know what I mean? Like, I have a hard time figuring out hardcore as is; now imagine playing it twice as fast, with a highly-ramped up intensity. My thick-fucking-skull and putrid, half-rotted brain could only begin to process what’s going on by the time the less-than-a-minute-long tracks finish blowing through. Chaste though, Chaste is different. I think. Be sure to take my words with a grain of salt because this subgenre isn’t exactly my area of expertise.

But first, here’s a little background on these boys, all of which being provided by Matt, who plays bass in this band. Chaste initially started off as a three-piece in 2015, with their original line-up consisting of Leo, Sean, and Malcolm, with the three eventually bringing on Matt to play bass. Both Leo and Malcolm are long-time friends, being New York natives who also play in the blackened grindcore band, Vomit Fist ([ Ссылка ]). The group’s vocalist, Sean, is a New Jersey-based suburbanite who also made this EP’s artwork, currently sharing his talent with his brother’s band, Dog Date ([ Ссылка ]). Matt used to play in another hardcore band himself, but he flaked on that project once he found that the group’s vocalist was a “total crusty poser” who did some sour shit. The four eventually met through a New Jersian garage gig hosted at some kid’s house back in 2013, which Matt assumes only went on because the kid’s parents were out of the picture; his dad was gone and the mom was probably sick, like, totally bedridden. Matt says he feels guilty about the situation, but after all, that was the show where Matt’s previous two-piece punk band (whose name I’m not aware of), Sean’s old band “Crud”, and Vomit Fist all met, so I’d say that it was worth it.

This EP was recorded in some basement down in Bloomfield, New Jersey, back in May. Both Leo and Matt attend school in the Hudson Valley, while Sean and Malcolm work/attend school over in NYC. That makes it difficult for the group to actually get together to legitimately record material, but after Sean bribed someone with some artwork, the group was able to get a recording session going. According to Matt, the basement that they recorded in was littered with tiny piles of trash, being intertwined with an assortment of amps and recording equipment. It reeked of cat piss, stale beer, and cheap weed: to Matt, it was “fucking perfect”. The group didn’t have any real goal in mind when it came to these recordings, with the only real emphasis being made on making sure they were “raw, gnarly, ugly, etc.” I think it’s safe to say that they accomplished that goal.

So how’s that for a background, huh? You all oughta take a page out of Matt’s book; he may have been drinking a little bit while telling me about his band, but it’s a hell of a lot more than what the majority of you guys give me. Y’all provide two sentences and expect me to work seven paragraphs out of it. Why can’t the entire whole world accommodate to ME specifically? Fuck.

[Remaining portion of the write-up is in the comments.]

TRACK LIST:
your 7 – 0:00
pretty boy – 1:30
Hurt Boy – 3:03
I am never comming home – 4:46
out of rope – 5:48
Eater – 6:36
shes all i think about – 8:41
Defeatist decision – 11:26

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