Sick of it All
Yours Truly (Fat)
by Tim Den
After putting out consistently good records for almost 15 years, Sick Of It All are back with another no-frills chunk of NYHC goodness. This time around, the brutality that dominated Scratch the Surface and Call to Arms is toned down a bit for “experimental” purposes, allowing more melodic singing (Lou actually hits quite a couple of raspy notes for good measure) and jangly, almost indie rock guitars. Not that they’ve gone and become Chisel, what with all them crisp down-stroking guitar bursts, but they’ve definitely brought more to the table than regular power chords on Yours Truly. And who can blame them? If I’d played NYHC for half my life, I’d be looking for new routes too.
As expected, the almost-cheesy Oi! tendencies of Built to Last rear their head here and there (“Hello Pricks”), as do the old school stylings of 50-second fast songs (“Broke Dick”). But the most welcome returning element of Sick Of It All – as with all their records – is their lyrical understanding of the hardcore scene. Always striving to spread peace, respect, and love, Yours Truly once again delivers street-leveled wisdom to the mob-like crowds the genre attracts. “No one’s impressed by your lack of respect/we’re all black sheep and we know it/so don’t fuck it up for the rest… don’t make a name for yourself by stressing out everyone else/and don’t bring your personal war through these doors” (“Hello Pricks”). These are the words of a mature unit, one that has seen and done it all and knows better.
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