‘Nobody is asking for much, Survival is just an afterthought to those people, It’s mating season for the worst of human kind, I was born right into an ocean full of shit’ (IDGAG)

Gucked Up is the debut album from Guck, an abrasive fusion of electronic punk and noise rock influences.  Darkly pulsing electronics, slabs of discordant riffage, squalling melodies, and industrial inclined rhythms are woven into an unyielding battery that flits seamlessly between the innately danceable and the ineffably heavy.  And while this onslaught restlessly convulses with chaotic impulses, Guck’s compositions retain a clear-eyed coherency – even as each track jerks and contorts, they never lose shape nor momentum amid the dissonant experimentation.

The higher pitched atonality of the harshly nasal vocals provides a perfect counterpoint to the ever present, menacingly pulsating bottom-end.  They mutate from rhythmic tirades to harrowing screams, and from desperation drenched roars to sardonic taunts with a deliciously unhinged vigour.  The lyrics explore themes of socio-economic inequality, the relentless militarisation of society, and climatic breakdown through the lens of living in Los Angeles, a city perpetually mired between mythical imaginaries and much harsher daily realities.

From the ominous swells of the title track opener to the bone shuddering grooves of GUBAR, and from the surging agitations of Blue Collar Crime to the contagiously throbbing dance rhythms of IDGAG , the intensity is utterly unwavering.