‘Hiding behind burner accounts, All they know is hate, Comments that could lead, A hurt soul to end their life’ (Take My Body Out Of Your Mouth)

Hailing from Berlin, Nothing Works are an intriguing coming together of melodically inventive post-hardcore (indeed their name is a nod to Does This Work? by Drug Church) and irreverently confrontational punk, in the vein of say early Propagandhi.

The rhythm section brings a vigorous, playful bounce into play that contrasts sharply with the serpentine guitar, which weaves an altogether more melancholic spell.  These chiming melodies particularly define the opening two tracks, Look At The Shit You Just Spew and Take My Body Out Of Your Mouth.  The flipside sees a burlier edge, without entirely shedding that melodic lacing, courtesy of the stomp of I Am Not Your Bro and the bass fuelled Matcha Latte.

Meanwhile, the vocals are a sardonic snarl that explores the intersections of class, gender, and race identity on the first three tracks, while the closer will speak to anyone who has enjoyed the very particular rewards and frustrations of contributing to volunteer-run organisations.