CABBAGE: UBER CAPITALIST DEATH TRADE (REVIEW)
- Sep 30, 2016
- 2 min read
Politically driven backbone is evident; it slaps you in the face like a slimey wet fish. ‘Uber Capitalist Death Trade’ is the second EP from post-punk nutters Cabbage. Residing in the outskirts of Manchester this loud and vulgar five-piece are the ballsy-ist band on the block. They’re currently spreading their bewildering seed across the UK whilst on tour with pop-rock wonderboys Blossoms. Subtlety isn’t their strongest trait as I’m sure you can derive. This EP takes a butt-naked approach to present socio-political issues that are polluting our economy. They take a rain check on the courtesy of a gentle knock and instead opt for smashing in the front door of 10 Downing Street with George Osborne’s bulbous head. Good work lads!
Tantalisingly dubbed as ‘one to watch’ they even dare to crucify the American political/justice system. Hopefully their black and white approach doesn’t spur any visa based issues when they inevitably tour the US of A. The chant “death to Donald Trump” is ominously declared throughout track ‘Free Steven Avery (Wrong America)’ which tackles America’s questionably perverse humanity through the eyes of a controversially imprisoned man. They adopt a sarcastic country blues twist to their signature remedy in what appears to be a gesture of shire mockery at it’s eloquently finest. The EP’s title track is an ode to black cab drivers. They’ve put their boxing gloves on for this, standing boldly in the corner of our countries heritage. The opposing number resembles the greedy silver spoons that sit smugly on the pinnacle of our nations social hierarchy. Untouchable they may be but Cabbage aren’t afraid to get the step ladders out and give it a fucking good go.
Their songs hurtle towards you like an unmanned freight train about to de-rail into a busy children’s park. There’s no time for a soft handshake or friendly pat on the back, grab yourself by the scruff of the neck and dive head first into a bee hive. ‘Fickle’ is a shining example of what they are capable of musically. You never quite know what to expect next. Jagged guitar riffs into bassline chugs that throw you into a false sense of security we even get reverby guitar sections that The Wytches would be proud of. They have a certain early Arctic Monkeys flair about them, drop that into a cauldron of Sex Pistol’s STD’s and stir with a rusty chainsaw and I think you’ve got it. Is this sounding appealing to you? Of course it is! They balance on the edge of unorganised insanity but that’s just how clever they are. Their ability to scrap the notion of conventional song writing is a blessing from above and one that should be recognised. Their cleverly witted & visionary views are sure to give Russell Brand some raunchy new wanking material for his stonking political hard on.
If we haven’t convinced you to give this EP a listen then god help you! They will embark on their own headline tour in October/ November this year be sure to check them out if you can and of course buy their EP.
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