Out Here On The Fringes
Pets Care Records
Release Date: 4th October
Following 2017’s acclaimed debut, God Speed In The National Limit, a European tour with IDLES, and a session with Seattle’s KEXP, Crystal Palace based two-piece, JOHN, return with the release of their new album. Out Here On The Fringes, once again, embraces the limitations of their number, expanding the idiosyncrasies of their stripped-back approach. Certain tracks do, however, offer additional instrumentation, with a number of guests subtly woven between the angular guitar and drum lines that JOHN have become celebrated for. Wayne AF Carey gets a blast.
For those who don’t know, John are a two-piece blast of punk from Crystal Palace. They’re both called John. By day, one is a chef, the other is a decorator. By night they make a huge incendiary racket and this release is powerful as fuck. They make Royal Blood and Slaves sound like fuckin’ Abba.
Lead single, Future Thinker, kicks things off with a bang, blasting in with roaring vocals and intense feedback, and kicking straight into the fierce Standard Hauntings, chugging riff and manic drums hitting you in the face.
Out Here On The Fringes comes in with menacing tribal drumming that builds into an almost death metal sound. Storming guttural stuff. Western Wilds ups the tempo again, with its low-fi threatening noise that pounds at you. High Digger is probably the most accessible tune on here, with its funky riff and repetitive drumming. It’s relentless listening that packs a punch as it builds.
Dog Walker pounds in with a dirty distorted bass riff that hammers you and I swear I hear fuckin’ violins in the mix somewhere. Another beast. Laszio is probably the best track on here, punk as fuck, catchy little riff crashing in occasionally. The dynamics are fucking ace for only two musicians. Ear battering shit!
Midnight Supermarket totally throws you. It’s like a theme from a horror film shot in a dank sewer, dark and forboding and totally off the rails as far as the rest of the album is concerned. Disturbing…
Closing track Solid State picks the pace back up, loads of feedback and angry vocals building into a punk motherfucker of a tune. Primal, raw and angry as fuck.
To look at these two John’s you’d think they’d sound like Weezer or any math rock type indie band. Do not be fooled. This is an album of intense punk that will shit your parents up at the best of times. Play it loud to cleanse your ear ducts, but don’t fuck your neighbours off. You’ll be slapped with an ASBO.
04/10 THE CASTLE HOTEL MANCHESTER *SOLD OUT*
05/10 MABGATE BLEACH LEEDS
09/10 THE WHEATSHEAF OXFORD
10/10 THE MOON CARDIFF
11/10 THE LOUISIANA BRISTOL *SOLD OUT*
12/10 THE HOPE & RUIN BRIGHTON
16/10 THE SHACKLEWELL ARMS LONDON *SOLD OUT*
18/10 THE FESTING PORTSMOUTH *SOLD OUT*
19/10 ELSEWHERE MARGATE
29/11 BENNIGANS DERRY
30/11 THE 343 BELFAST
01/12 THE SOUNDHOUSE DUBLIN