Funeral Kab are One Hell of a Ride
Funeral Kab
Funeral Kab
Independent Release, 2014
This feels in equal parts, Evil, wicked, mean and nasty. And I mean that in a good way. Punk, post punk (whatever the hell that is) and everything else as of late that plays hard and fast has become 1., too self absorbed in it’s own boring, trite feelings. Or 2.,
consumed with trying to be as foul as possible. Like torture porn for your ears, only less interesting.
But Funeral Kab take most of their musical cues from 70’s and 80’s era punk and (80’s) thrash and do it well. This 5 song EP is as subtle as getting slapped by your girlfriend for making out with her best friend without the excuse of being drunk, and you know, completely worth it.
“Church Maus” and Christian Sheep” are the two opening tracks; angry screeds on religion. “…And Now Your Shit” is angry about . . . .something and that’s good enough for me. Good song, good riff, mid-tempo and balls out, what’s not to love about a song you want to instantly skateboard to?
Every artist worth a hot damn from Lou Reed, the Dead to The Ramones and even the putzes in G’n’R before they became ultra douchey had songs about scoring dope. “1717 17th Street” is Funeral Kab’s ditty about Horse and all it’s earthly delights. And like the best dope songs, it’s catchier than chlamydia and twice as much fun.
“Hey Hollywood” is another great track for calling out the city/entertainment industry for making celebrities out of reality stars. For this alone, Someone should follow the members of FK around all day long with cameras, recording their each and every thought.
Funeral Kab are young-ish, pissed off and not so high minded as to need to occupy anything other than your stereo to let you know just how mad they are. They also manage to keep a sense of humor about themselves, which is refreshing and re-assuring. There are those who feel the world needs love. Not me. We need a fleet of Funeral Kab’s with their radios all tuned to the same station at once, playing just to the point before the stock speakers in the door start to distort.
-INDIE-