It’s September 17th 2011; the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and Exit_International’s debut album ‘Black Junk’ was released into the world, and boy was it ready for it.

The critically acclaimed (Kerrang!, RockSound, Alternative Press, The Quietus) Welsh Music Prize-nominated debut album turns 10 on September 17th of this year, and to celebrate their baby turning double figures, Exit_International will be remastering and re-releasing the album on limited edition 180gm coloured vinyl for the first time, also including three brand spanking new, never heard before bonus tracks.

With Black Junk Exit_International have managed to create an album that, a decade on, has still managed to retain all of it’s, erm, charm?  Still as shocking and hard-hitting now as it was 10 years ago, Black Junk is definitely not an album to take home to your Mother.

Since their formation in 2009, the dual bass-led three-piece have created their own brand of ear-shatteringly aggressive rock, whilst throwing in some singalong pop hooks for good measure.

Recorded with Carl Bevan (60 FT Dolls) at his home in a 72-hour chemical haze, their explosive debut Black Junk demonstrates just that. In a sound spectrum of their own, the band unapologetically shuns the use of guitars yet packs a double onslaught of bass into every bar for maximum carnage. Coming in at just over 30 minutes, this short, sharp shock of an album is an intense whirlwind of pummeling staccato bass riffs, brutal, pounding drums and salacious lyrics that are sure to make you blush. The exhilarating ride is topped off by Scott Lee Andrews whose voice effortlessly shape-shifts from ferocious screaming, sinister, demonic snarls and at times high pitched vocals that sound downright inhuman.

Speaking about the album’s re-release, bassist and vocalist Scott Lee Andrews says: “ ‘Black Junk’ still sounds to me as fresh as when we wrote and recorded it, we were not part of any scene and really doing our own thing. You can hear the absence of overthinking things. We wrote these songs really quickly – from what I recall it was on a rehearsal to rehearsal basis then gigging them to just tighten the performances. We spent 2/3 days in total tracking the songs with most of that time spent fixing broken studio gear with our producer Carl Bevan (Drummer of 60FT Dolls fame). Listening back reminds me how much we laughed and how fun that period was, with perfectly capturing that ridiculous lightning in a sonic bottle.  It really does capture the absurd aspects of our personalities as people. It’s a fantastic debut and I’m still so proud of it, and the doors it opened for us”.”

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“Strange Unit: A tale where Big Black took the greatest hits album from 90’s baldies Black (Francis) and Corgan (Billy), and physically ate them, creating a case of acid reflux being involuntarily regurgitated into the public domain as a multicolored, textual mess that is rightly disgusting and mesmerising in equal measures.” Mmm, fair summary I spose.  Scott Lee Andrews is all or nothing and when he does his music its never going to conform or come from inside the box that a given. From the opening salvo of ‘Ghandi Warhole’ you just know for the next twenty-five minutes you might need some protection from the sonic assault, some headgear and maybe a gumshield as the feedback howls and the guitar creepy crawls inside your head after you’ve had the initial tap from that snare drum that’s slapping away.  It’s already too late and you should begin to feel your heartbeat quicken as Scott screams it’s like Blare Witch the audio assault. He’s got a ‘sick sense’ we’re in and it’s definitely happening. ‘Chew’ is like an angry slice of Sigue Sigue Sputnik if they had been serious punk rock pioneers and genuinely a bit bonkers. The guitar lick that’s holding this together is viscous and the chorus is taking root inside your head its the soundtrack to what’s going on behind Travis Bickle’s eyes it’s intense but wholely enjoyable.
Go over and turn up the speakers as much as you can for the grinding ‘Learn To Luv It’ ‘Sick Sense’ is tasty as it creepy crawls through the verse only to explode at the chorus it’s like an industrial headfuck with huge guitar riffs filling all available space. I thought for a brief moment ‘victimology’ was going to chill out in a David Bowie sort of way but how wrong was I?  Chalk and cheese it would seem as Scott rants over the albums most full-on track thus far. Oh hang on a minute ‘Tattoo’ is up and it’s like anxiety audio sprinting like a hunted man.  Make no mistake Scott is as punk as fuck – He dances to his own beat and the music that comes out of his head won’t appeal to everyone but it will to some and when it does engage it all makes sense and plays out like a fuckin’ symphony other times its terrifying but you could never accuse him of being boring.  ‘Everything Ends’ would encapsulate all of that in its blistering almost five minutes and then silence… Go for a walk have a lie down in a darkened room then do it all again – go on you’ll enjoy it Let Strange Unit shine a light into your life and fuck you right up.  Don’t be safe be adventurous, be open-minded and saddle up this beast of a record and take it for a ride you never know what you’re going to get and depending on your mood the sounds and songs will change he’s clever like that is Scott.  Bloody show-off!
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Author: Dom Daley