The Hard Feelings Reviewed
The Hard FeelingsRebels Against the Future (Dropkick/Beerland) Since the Hard Feelings smoke, the only thing missing from 2001's You Won't Like It ... 'Cuz It's Rock n' Roll were fire-retardant earplugs. The 32-minute backdraft was tearaway Austin punk torqued to the absolute max supershitty to the max as Sweden's Hellacopters might grin, only there was nuthin' shitty about it. Their rumble in the jungle blues, meanwhile, swung like an 800-pound gorilla. An A-town meltdown. The cover of its much-delayed successor, Rebels Against the Future, depicts another meltdown, and with 10 songs in 27:51, only a firewall could stem its spread. Chief John Schooley and his tag team two, bassist Mike Poppitt and drummer Trey Robles, shovel a heavier, intentionally cruder sound, bulking up Delta style from previously streamlined punk tempos, while bolstering the songwriting. The shotgun riding "Coalmine" is an obvious stomper giving way to the slide/harp shoot-out of the title track, which hoots "we got no plan, we're just tearing shit up." Axcellent! The piano-kissed machismo of "Not Just Anybody" recalls Dan Baird's Yayhoos, but the chugging bravado of "Turn Her Down" is all Schooley. Ditto the instro rave-up "Beerland Breakdown." Sandwiched between the demonic deconstruction of Joe Tex's "You Said a Bad Word" and the distorted, slide-switched blurt of Little Richard's "Directly From My Heart" is the Dee Dee-ish "Held Back," which no one did here. Rebels Against the Future, and how.