For some punk is akin to chewing your way through a wire scouring pad whilst someone rubs tin foil in your ears – far too bristly, noisy and downright unpleasant.
These are the sort of people who will never be seen at an Acid Drop gig, which to me means they’re doing something right. Formed in 2007, Acid Drop take their cues from Rancid, Bad Religion and Street Dogs to fall with a juicy squish into that category of punk that makes your blood run hot, and your sweat drip salty tears of its own. Earlier this year saw Acid Drop released their first full-length album ‘The Drop Zone.’
‘These Four Walls’ doesn’t so much slam the door as it enters the room, as throw it off its hinges with its opening guitar solo and the first of many shout-along choruses. Whilst there are those who hate the idea of solos writhing their way around the fast-chord-throttle-snarling punk song set-up, I enjoy the odd sneaky solo all the more for its rarity. Frontman Ben has the kind of voice that punk bands pray, or at least chain-smoke for. Personality-laden, it sounds like it doesn’t want to be in his throat and is scrabbling at his cords in its attempts to get out.
Whilst ‘Polly Piper’ could serve as a cautionary tale about the trappings of sleaze and subsequent decay of one girl’s life, or indeed as a modern punk ballad, in the hands of Acid Drop its pounding drum tattoo is more likely to invoke a bout of serious shoving than a tear. Social commentary and punk go together like cheap cocktail nights and a blistering hangover, one informs the other. ‘Winston Smith’ draws its inspiration from George Orwell’s novel ‘1984’ opening with a slow skank, before careening into a full blown punk-ska chant-along. The fast-paced acoustic opening of ‘You’re Gonna Pay’ gives birth to a two minute rant which chews its own umbilical cord whilst flicking V’s. Pissed off doesn’t quite cover it.
As well as their first album, 2010 marked Acid Drop’s second appearance at the Rebellion festival in Blackpool, and it would seem that for this British punk band the future is full of hotter-than-hell bruise pits and probably some disgruntled neighbours.