Mongol Horde: Mongol Horde – album review
Mongol Horde – Mongol Horde (Xtra Mile Recordings)
Frank Turner’s new hardcore incarnation unleashes their debut album. Ian Critchley enjoys the brutality and the fun.
Mongol Horde is the ravenous beast of a side project that is making the usual NME reading fans of Winchester’s Frank Turner piss their sissy little knickers. This, their début LP, is a musical headbutt to the groin of anyone who thought the man had gone soft since the days of Million Dead.
Not that the Horde is anything close to a rekindling of the flames made from the ashes of bands past, though Tapeworm Uprising definitely has a feel of Charlie And The Propaganda Myth Machine about it with any and all pop sensibilities dropped in exchange for straight up face melting riffs, larynx-shredding battle cries and belly acid boiling time shifts.
Mongol Horde is the immaculate conception child of 36 Crazyfists in full-on tantrum mode which brattily stomps through a lyrical tirade against emoticons, charlatans (not the band), and the communists for ruining Christmas.
If you’re looking for a less intense, and a whole lot more fun, incarnation of bands like Norma Jean and Dillinger Escape Plan then this it. Mongol Horde could easily serve as a gateway into a world of far more brutal music, the difference being that most “gateway” bands suck. But this really doesn’t. Check out Blistering Blue Barnacles if you don’t believe me.
All words by Ian Critchley, find his Louder Than War archive here.