Swingin' Utters

Man, what the fuck. The Utters are so fucking cool. For those in the know, there’s minimal need to talk up this record. It’s fucking rad. Did you expect anything less? For those not in the know, I’ll do my best to provide a “review.” Here we go…

Swingin’ Utters is back with their latest studio record which affirms itself, yet again, as the antidote to phony, corny, weak-ass punk rock. In Peace and Love, The Utters continues to go straight for the jugular with their musically unique brand of pop-influenced visceral aggression, ominous poetry and cutting wit. What I absolutely love about this band is how their songs are so diverse in sound and content, but have an undertone of darkness, hints of madness, and a contemptuous attitude and delivery that runs through each song to make a great and well-rounded record.

I’m only a handful of listens deep but there are many songs that stand out as potential classics. Songs like “Undertaker, Undertake” and “Human Potential” are sure to be pogo-inducing crowd pleasers. “Deranged” is like the swan song of a failed human species, serving as the perfect soundtrack for drinking yourself into pure nihilistic bliss. “Yes I Hope He Dies” is a politically-charged exclamation point requiring minimal imagination to read between the lines. Really, all of these songs are beaming with character and I can’t wait to dive to the very bottom.

The Utters has been pumping out great records for a long time now, yet Peace and Love offers not one hint of staleness. Nothing has been rehashed. Whatever well they draw their inspiration from is still flowing with sweet, sweet magic. They are truly musicians’ musicians. Poets’ poets. Listen to them. Learn from them. If anyone needs me, I’ll be listening to this record on repeat for the next month or so.