Release Date: Mar 11, 2016
Record label: Npag Industries
Last year, mathcore punks Baby Godzilla were forced to change their name by a Japanese film giant. They were reborn as Heck, and their dogged pursuit of carnage resumed. Good job too, because we need bands like Heck; bands who are willing to swan-dive off speaker stacks and splatter their own guts on the wall in the name of rock n roll. Over the last five years the Nottingham four-some have built a reputation for their crazy gigs: equal parts playful and savage.
It's as rowdy as you'd expect. . .
From their raucous beginnings as Baby Godzilla - a band seemingly so devoted to chaos that their tracks seemed to rarely break the three-minute mark without collapsing under the weight of riffs and restrained energy - Heck have finally found enough self-control to get an album together. What’s perhaps most striking about ‘Instructions’ - from the point of view of those who might have heard hearsay of amplifiers crowd surfed, guitars smashed, lighting rigs jumped off - is that it’s less ramshackle, more accomplished and technically adept. It’s easy to hear complicated, stop-start rock and rush to namecheck The Dillinger Escape Plan, but to do so without appreciating the gravity of such an accolade is foolhardy at best.
Ah, the spectacle. Some artists only aspire for this most beloved illusion, the sight of a social 'happening', often contrived to convince the audience that they’re taking part in something greater than themselves. From T-Rex sauntering in capes, to ELO’s flying saucers and the wall around Pink Floyd, to the fireworks that blazed around Whitesnake, rock has been a slave to spectacle for ages.