Cream Abdul Babar

Cream Abdul Babar

Buried In Broken Glass


My favorite Tallahassee band!! Ever!!

Check it out — the last time I saw them they covered PJ Harvey’s “Rid Of Me,” and I was almost in tears. Buried In Broken Glass is Cream Abdul Babar sharpening and streamlining their sound down to the barest of essentials to achieve the directness of a fist to the face. Six tracks, well under an hour, it reminds me of one of those classic Florida death metal records (like the first Deicide) that would unashamedly clock in at 36 minutes.

What about those guitars? “Specialization Is For Insects” is almost Bathory-esque in terms of simple violence. “Empire Of The Dead” = punk rock hit, baby. I have not heard such an instantly classic anthem since the Dwarves’ “Detention Girl.” And they sound nothing alike. Kid, you got the goods. “Todd Space Is My Day Job” is more reminiscent of early Swans, down to the repetitive riffing and blood-throated vocals, but with delivered with a bit more “enthusiasm” than M. Gira would have chosen. “Hemorrhage” is like reverse entropy, beginning in found noise chaos but transforming into precise hate. Every song is a keeper except for “Karate Baseball,” sorry, that’s how my tastes run. “Subunit Injection” is a surprising sonic departure that promises these upstanding young men a promising career in the Japanese noise scene if the guitar thing ever falls through.

Hardcore without the tiresome male bonding and shout-a-long cliche choruses, not a hint of Snot/Ultraspank/Sevendust/pseudometal, a spoonful of Repulsion, much better than the Unsane. Almost as good as Today Is The Day. A welcome bullet in the back of the head to an otherwise “smiling-boys-with-poppy-guitars” local scene. They’re scary.

Albert Ayler’s Jukebox, 1350 Mahan Dr. #E-4, Suite 203, Tallahassee, FL 32308

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