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Potemkin City Limits (Fat
Wreck) Goddamn, these fuckers are intense!
The vibe they radiate is akin to doing somebody up the ass after
they’ve eaten Mexican food and getting a jalapeno seed lodged inside
your cock as a result. The
bottom line is that Propagandhi is angry about the state of world affairs
and Potemkin City Limits is a
scathing indictment of everything they hate.
The band is incredibly passionate about their views and they back
them up with a blistering, skull-cracking sound that will blow your
consuming, capitalistic little head right the fuck off your shoulders.
The fact that they quote Ricky from Trailer
Park Boys at the beginning of their very cool CD booklet shows that
they aren’t utterly humorless, but for the most part, this is some
serious, serious shit. (And
for those of you unfamiliar with that brilliant Canadian comedy, I advise
that you get it on DVD immediately. It’s
all great, but seasons 3 and 4 are especially fantastic).
While I respect a lot of their ideas and appreciate the power and
pace of their songs, the one thing about Propagandhi that doesn’t quite
do it for me is the vocals. Often
it sounds like they’re being fronted by the Offspring’s Dexter
Holland- who they actually dis in the aforementioned CD booklet- and your
standard at times metal/at times hardcore yelper.
For this shallow-ish reason, it’s a bit hard for me to listen to
them. I also tend to gravitate
towards more lighthearted, melody-driven fare, but I think you should
check Propagandhi out for yourself (some songs are available at
propagandhi.com). These guys
have more globally substantive things to say than 99% of the bands out
there, so this just may be your thingio, even if it’s not exactly mine.