LYNCH PIGS
Forced Entry/Livin’ Dirty
Independent
It was bound to happen sooner or later. The emergence of a scum rock band from Long Island. Allow me to clarify the point. Not hard rock. Not glam rock. Scum rock. S-C-U-M R-O-C-K. Spiting beer on the stage, pissing outside and vomiting on the floor rock. The kind of rock that was spearheaded by Mentors, Nihilistics, GG Allin, Murder Junkies and Anti Seen. Not for the politically correct or easily offended, Lynch Pigs brings the atmosphere of NYC dives and squat houses into the backyards of Long Islanders everywhere. Be forewarned, this is not Blink-182 or Fall Out Boy. It’s grimy, heavily distorted, booze and drug fueled, unapologetic punk-based music from the part of New York that the gentrifiers either missed or couldn’t steal from the scene in Tompkins Square Park. This is the exact opposite of the socially conscious fare you see on MTV and other stations, and it makes no secret of this. And it’s alive and well despite the lack of exposure it gets in the local papers; you simply have to know where to look to track it down. I saw Lynch Pigs open for the MJ’s in Ronkonkoma last weekend and was instantly struck by their slightly sloppy heaviness and guttural vocals. Onstage they presented a seemingly insurmountable wall of sound with a solid bass anchor. That the band were nice guys didn’t hurt either. One thing about them and their like is they’re down to earth; no condescending rock star attitudes here. It was generally the same feeling I got attending my first Squat Or Rot shows in NYC and entering a world not shown on whatever programming was in demand at the time. Their EPs Forced Entry and Livin’ Dirty were on the CD I bought following the show. The band’s material as represented there captured the energy they channel when performing. All I’ve described shouldn’t give you the impression the band is untalented, there is as much influence from AC/DC and Black Sabbath as there is from the bands mentioned above. There is more than enough of a capable sense from Lynch Pigs even through their strings and drum heads sound as if they’re covered in dirt and puke. There lies the true appeal of this subgenre, at least from my own perspective: that it can forego convention and still display as much competency as what is produced by bands with more pop appeal. With bands like this around the true spirit of the city will always exist. -Dave Wolff
Track list:
1. Learn English
2. Lynch Daddies
3. Livin' Dirty
4. Force It In
5. Lard Makes Me Hard
6. HateFace
7. Suck My Cock
8. Road Soda
9. Get Aids And Die
10. Random Acts Of Violence
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