Bombast, rudiment, and simplicity are generally undesired nowadays, partly due to the 3-years-and-counting wave of lo-fi rock and garage rock revivalists who flaunt their spontaneity and overlook augmentation. However, intricacy and subtlety aren't the sole essentials of modern music; austerity is, in many ways, essential to one's taste in order to bring ease to the polyphonic grind. Enter Chicago's Running: a group who specialize in braggadocio and animosity while remaining completely bare of trendiness.
On their self-titled debut, Running embody the thick-as-molasses, manipulation-drenched noise punk that Mayyors displayed on their EPs. With 13 tracks totaling under 20 minutes, brevity and force remain at the heart of Running, no matter how incomprehensible it may translate. "Do The Do The" is an almost-palatable rocker, sporting a catchy-yet-agitated riff, a driving rhythm, and howls that are rendered unintelligible via delay. Noise and discord constitute the breadth, and reconciliation only occurs during the siren-like feedback intervals-- it progresses as far as Zoo Psychology does.
Equal parts Drunkdriver and Yikes, Running's intent is to create a cacophony with the barest of structuring. The term "psych punk," one that they've often been relegated to, may only refer to the inebriating uproar that they conjure rather than an attribution to the 60's. The band employs a force that wouldn't be achieved through melody, rhythm, or composition-- it's purely physical energy. This debut is violent, though never does it exhibit hatred or vehemence; just let it take you, ram your head into a wall, and buy you a beer afterward.
[Running Website]
[Buy Running from Permanent Records]
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