B-Lines self titled first LP is so perfectly urgent and rowdy and youthful and Vancouveran and downright glorious. They play a trebly punk bordering on goofy hardcore played tight and so maniacally that it’s hard to keep up with the jams here as they strut and verge in and out of your punk rock subconscious.
Let’s talk geography and carbon dating. The record sounds like it was recorded in 2011 but the approach is very much left coast suburban punk circa 1978-1981. So there’s spit, sperm and bile in the delivery, but even the raging tracks are just rightly art-damaged to place them in that PUNK category and out of the hardcore milieu. We’re talking minute-long songs, maybe minute and a half, tops. A perfect companion to that first (INCREDIBLE) Red Kross EP back when they were still called Red Cross.
I wanna say this is like The Simpletones tracks on the Beach BLVD comp played in the context of “right fucking now”, dig? It’s absolutely fun and immediate and well worth your 15 minutes. Play it several times a day while brushing your tongue. See yourself rise up into AT LEAST the 77th percentile.
The B-Lines S/T is co-released by Nominal Records and Deranged Records