Gothenburg’s drunk’n’roll/hardcore-punk wrecking crew Spøgelse are back to remind you what punk is supposed to feel like: loud, raw, and one beer away from total collapse. Their second album, Spøgelse II, lands this October via Welfare Sounds & Records, packing fifteen tracks that hit like a fist to the jaw for anyone sick of polished, overproduced punk.

Born in the deep Swedish woods but raised on Gothenburg afterparties, Spøgelse have spent the past five years cramming into beat-up cars, dragging gear across highways, and spilling beer on every stage reckless enough to host them. Their mission hasn’t changed: fast riffs, feral live energy, and no compromises.

Spøgelse II is my first taste of the band, so it’s a good jumping-off point, knowing I only have to dig a little for the back catalogue. No Bubblegum pop punk happening here. Right from the starting line its thunderous unleashing of hellfire and fury, and that just the opening three quarters of a minute it takes to put you right in the cross hairs of what Spøgelse are all about. It’s the fury of early Damned married to Motorhead with the volume stuck on eleven, no time to fuck about, otherwise these beers will get spilt and go warm. ‘All Go’ crashes into ‘Terrible Head’ before we all have a ‘Meltdown’.

Crash, Bang, Wallop, I love it when some punk bands just cut loose and fuck shit up and head down a Zeke path blasting out the tunes that get them excited, and if you dig it, then hop on for the ride, if not then don’t forget to shut the door on your way out. The guitars sound like they’re being flogged into oblivion with some brutal riff-a-rama being handed out. It’s a fine art to play this fast ‘Sober Curious’, ‘Beer’ ‘, Speedfreaks’. There’s a theme developing here, kids, so just don’t try this at home, leave it to the experts.

The energy is relentless, but the songs are of quality Hell, they even indulge in a bit of Thrash riffage on ‘Kick Them Where IT Hurts’ in all its prog-like length of just over two minutes, to be fair it might well be my favourite track on a very impressive album. The grunt on the bass guitar of ‘In My Way Again’ is stinkingly good. You also get your money’s worth as there are fifteen tracks on offer here, and as we head towards the inevitable come down when it’s all come to a shuddering halt, we get some pro skating lyrics before their tongue is firmly planted in their cheeks for ‘To Fat For Satan’

Stay pissed. Stay punk. But place this rampant mofo on your turntable to help you along the way, best zeked up punk album I’ve heard in quite a while, go get a copy, kids, it’s a beast. Cheers.

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