The Chisel makes very good punk music. This is a very good punk song. That is the review.

Once again, I have found myself burdened with the desire to share some of the greatest music of the 21st century, and I have no other way of getting it across than screaming at you about how good it is without totally explaining why.

This kind of music is hard to write about because The Chisel isn’t so much about what you hear, they’re about what you feel. Sure, the lyrics are blunt, but they burn with fury and indignance, and more important than what they’re saying is how they’re saying it. If someone was trying to argue a point to you and they bemoaned, “You’re not listening to me,” you may feel pity or some other soft emotion. If they hurled it at you in vocalist Callum Graham’s voice, you would likely have a stronger reaction. With a scream like asphalt, The Chisel grabs you by the neck and forces your attention to what they have to say. Before you can figure out whether or not you agree, your heart rate has jumped 50 beats per minute. 

There are few pieces of music that do what this song does to me, invoking a physical reaction instead of a mental one. When the song starts and I couldn’t care less about the guitar tone, drum mixing or production — all I want to do is move. Where is the stage? I need to jump off it. Where is the crowd? I need to slam into them. Where is the stage? I really need to jump off that stage. 

Sometimes a song taps into your brain in a primal way. It instantly pushes a button that reads “anger.” The Chisel is angry, so I must be as well. Why? I don’t know, but I know I need to. You don’t meet this song in the middle with your energy, The Chisel reaches through your headphones and socks you clean across the face and you sock them right back. Now you’re in a fight and you don’t know why, but you can’t stop fighting because The Chisel certainly won’t. Fight harder. Get angrier. Do you get it yet?

If my thoughts seem scattered, it’s because they are. It’s because when I hear this song I don’t want to write about it, I want to run and break things. All these words are stupid and meaningless. This review is done now because I have to go sprint or I will explode. When you hear the song you’ll understand. 

“You can fucking shove it up your arse.”