Cloud Nothings I’m Not Part Of Me(April’14) is a nut cracking punk tune. A bit like the Orwells or The Strokes. Fuck those silver spooned punters have a lot to answer for. Or choose your old timey punk band it will do. Just nut punchingly honest punk rock. Back to the roots stuff. None of your sickly sweet pop punk here, this is drunk with your mates in a dank basement rehearsal space, drinking beer and doing whizz and you’ve run out of smokes and the corner shop is at least two kilometres away and it’s snowing outside.
About the song? Not the point chappy. It motors along. Farts in the bed honest lyrics, a snappy delivery, packed full of awesome. End of story.
“I’m
learning how to be here and nowhere else”
Cloud Nothings have been hard moshing since 2009 and pogo out of Cleveland, Ohio. I’m Not Part Of Me is the first gob smacker off their fourth mouthful Here And Nowhere Else (April’14).
Cloud Nothings have expressed an affinity for Black Sabbath, Nina Hagen, Thin Lizzy and lots of other obscure shit too.
Lacing up your boots? Then unleash the force with Didn’t You, Fall In and Now Hear In.
The lo-fi approach reminded me of an old hometown
favourite The Clean from Dunedin, New Zealand. The most influential Flying Nun
band and foundation of The Dunedin Sound, they started playing together in 1978
and are still at it today. This fucking rare ska rock gem is Thumbs Off (1981), track
two off Boodle Boodle Boodle and it still
sounds as fresh as a daisy. Legends and national treasures. Nice blokes too.
“She said son you’ll have to go, you know it’s just too much to keep ya
You know his head was full of sorrow,
Little did he know that he’d never see his own home again”
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