One Last Laceration, Double Dagger.

One Last Laceration, Double Dagger.

It was three years ago to the month I first got stuck into punked-up Baltimore trio Double Dagger’s fast and unrelentingly furious, unquestionably incisive onslaught and as they prepare to bow out this month with the quintessentially raucous 333 LP, it’s an unadulterated joy to twist the knife right back on in there for what may well be one final time. Heretic’s Hymn was the first I heard from it, and it oozes urgency; palpably exudes that same perspiration to souse the brow of a bomb disposal specialist. Though just as most electrical compliances contain the three prerequisite wires – the blue, the brown and the green or rather the white, the black and the green in their native US – this hymnal is split into quite distinct fragments. The Parquet Courts-esque bombast of its typically explosive opening section, during which Nolan Strals seethes: “The ideals of our youth have all been rejected/ But maybe our hearts can be resurrected” and continues to deplore a time whereby “we banish ideas and only worship what sells”, which is segued by that more sedate, or perhaps rather stoic latter part during which the irritation is allowed to abate as he instead insists “we’ll all come back someday.” Hopefully, maybe one day, they’ll return to remind us all of how to really sharpen the tongue and carve out something special, eh?

“But if this is my last song, and these the last words I ever write, I hope you won’t forget: you’re only free makin’ art outside.”

333 is anticipated April 20th, aka Record Store Day, on Thrill Jockey.

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