When first seeing the band name Fucked and Bound, it’s not unreasonable to guess this might be some Chris Barnes-era Cannibal Corpse-obsessed group about to write a bunch of songs about vagina torture and corpse anuses. Then you notice the album title is Suffrage, which is the right to vote and, at least for this reviewer, immediately brings about thoughts of Suffragettes who battled mightily to gain the right to vote for women.
Therein lies the beauty of the debut album by these Seattle punks – it is at once brutal and vicious while being a modern commentary on the state of the world for women. We’ll circle back to the lyrics in just a bit, but first lets talk about the music.
Guitarist Brian McClelland, Bassist Curtis Parker and drummer Matt Chandler all make a riotous racket of grinding hardcore while vocalist Lisa Mungo screams and spits pure venom over the top. While the base of their sound is punk with speedy rompers like “Dead Bop” and “Party Void,” they aren’t afraid to let other influences creep in.
“Terror” feels much more like a traditional hardcore boot to the face – perhaps an ode to a band of the same name? “Zero Fucks” throws a little speed metal in as if McClelland had been on a Motorhead kick when he wrote it. They even touch on grind territory with a wobbly riff and some sped up drumming sprints from Chandler on “Parasite Lost.”
With the exception of the four-minute bass-driven closer, “Abuse of Registry,” basically everything stays under the two-minute mark. It opens with the aptly titled “A Wild Thing” and 21 minutes later your neck is shattered and your fist just keeps pumping due to the worlds most rapidly-developed muscle memory.
The music alone is worth the price of admission, but Mungo’s lyrics are what really elevate these filthy songs. She hits classic punk tropes like getting wasted – “Turn my brain off, do dumb shit, get fucked and die quick” – on “Party Void,” but the best tracks are when she brings in social commentary like the following:
- “I see you lurking around, got your thirst on high” commenting on dirtbags that don’t understand personal space or how to keep their eyes to themselves from “Creeps on the Street.”
- “You want me to make something that I like? You lost your wallet and your phone and now your keys” – calling out drunk guys at bars that relentlessly hit on women that work behind them in “#GTFO.”
- “Let me talk under you while you talk over me, you see” – Mungo seems to be address either the all too common occurrence of dudes feeling their thoughts are more vital to the conversation or perhaps the top trend of mansplaining with “Punishers on Deck.”
She delivers all of this with a rawness akin to Katherine Katz and the visceral bite of Jacob Bannon.
This isn’t music telling all men to fuck off, though clearly there are plenty that need to. Rather, it’s providing a much-needed female perspective in a genre that’s all too often a boys’ club. All are welcome to hear it and all should embrace its glorious fury.
That being said, I really hope some stupid Meninist tries to do something at a show, so I can see what the real-life version of Venom Prison’s Animus cover would look like.
The album is available as a digital download for a very worthwhile $12 on their bandcamp page.