This Little Underground: Centuries, Jungbluth @ Uncle Lou’s
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Non-Prophet Organization’s latest punk-centric showcase (Aug. 27, Uncle Lou’s) was a study in both extremity and advancement. Some of these young bands aren’t just pushing hard, they’re pushing the genre outward.
The night’s bookends were decent but undercooked. Though occasionally intriguing with some unusual elements, closing local band Gross has yet to make it all click and stick. The headlong, wall-crashing powerviolence of opening South Florida band Shit Luck was more coherent in style and raged with bleak undercurrents. But for the unforgiving demands of their style, they were a little loose.
The sweet middle where the headlining bands were, however, is the stretch that made the night crack like a thunderbolt. Jungbluth, a PC punk trio from Germany, ripped the room in a progressive hardcore attack. With more relief, sinew and slash than the traditional stuff, they sometimes wrap their toes over the noise-rock ledge. These guys have some seriously beastly recordings, much of it free on their Bandcamp. With this much danger for such little price, it’s an imperative.
But it was the sonic wrath of West Palm’s Centuries that blew everyone else the fuck away. The last time I saw this band was in this bar, and they whipped everyone into such a frenzy that bodies were flying off the pool table like a herd over a cliff. Well, it wasn’t nearly as wild this time, a fact that I know drove die-hard promoter Ryan Pemberton to near insanity. But blame the crowd, because the band did their part.
Although pit action was lean all night with little more body friction than a Promise Keepers rally, this is when the house started to heat up. A Centuries performance is always an event, but I don’t ever remember them stirring this much thrill before playing even a single note. As they went about aiming a small wall of amp stacks – an array that, in this tight room, practically made them Jucifer Jr. – even a total stranger to their music would know, yeah, dis gon be nasty. And it was.
Live, Centuries is searing. As a unit, they’re fast, loud and united – all blasting at the same laser-sighted target: you. Even in the few moments when they slow it down, their chugging chops are heavy enough to down a redwood. Perhaps the most distinctive thing about them as a hardcore band is that they manage such surprising atmosphere and scope without ever relenting on their primal fury. They’re modern, forward-thinking and absolutely, unmistakably one of the top heavy bands alive. Step into the same room while they’re on and it’s be hard to believe that them hooking a legit label like Southern Lord was anything but an inevitability.
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