Review by: Justyn Brodsky
Gritty, noisy, frantic, and anxiety-provoking is what makes Spambot one of the funnest and craziest listens I’ve had in a long time. Me being an old-school punk/hardcore fan from the iconic 80s-early 2000’s Bowery/Lower East Side (NY), Bay Area and Boston punk scenes where I played and attend countless shows in my teen-20s years can definitely listen and relate to this band in whole. And the best thing about Spambot (and those countless shows from punk’s glory days) is that there is no aim for any type of mainstream attention. This is pure expression at heart; gain cranked up, production that showcases a crazy live show rather than today’s overly spoon fed plugins and auto-tune, and just balls to the wall mosh pits and green room shenanigans.
Their track “Iconoclast” is an iconic blast into your speakers. It’s one of those songs that successfully smashes you in the face in under 3 minutes. The track has a very cleverly diminished intro & outro, with the chaotic chord progressions and in-your-face vocal theatrics in between. The rhythm section cruises, and their energy never lets up. Their sound is a rare find nowadays among all the additives in today’s saturation surrounding punk and hardcore. But Spambot doesn’t have time (or the desire) for fratty antics that ruined the genre among today’s punk definition. They remind us classic punk fans that there is still possibly a scene out there that isn’t afraid to play punk the way it was designed: just plug in and play. No rules, no gimmicks…just a circle pit, and a crazy after party.
If you still have the true core and roots to Punk & Hardcore in your soul somewhere, then you’ll be glad you found Spambot.
Connect with Spambot:
- Music: http://spambiotics.bandcamp.com/releases
- Instagram: @spambiotics