Solid, melodic hardcore, like a sped up Marginal Man. They gain points by flogging a seemingly dead horse until it hobbles onto all fours and starts galloping.
Making comparisons between Fu Manchu and ’70s acid-rock kings is slippery business, because, while the influence is undeniable, there’s no nostalgic vibe.
After Screeching Weasel broke up for the first, not the last, time in ’89, Dan Vapid and Brian Vermin hooked up with three other guys to form Sludgeworth.
In the 1960s, Mal Sharpe and Jim Coyle would tape interviews with random people they met on the street. These interviews were about fantastical subjects.
The low-end drone is its Salisbury steak, the L7-ish vocals are the mashed potatoes with gravy, and the ’70s acid rock nostalgia kick is its peas and carrots.
Before the New York hardcore sound came to be regarded as a permanent piss stain on popular culture, The Mob were among the loudest and fastest of the crew.
It’s more listenable than most extreme metal, and more filled out than most NY hardcore. The downside is that they take their negativity far too seriously.