By: Lex Vegas
This review took me a week longer than it should have because I had to get plastered listening to Beggars’ new album. Well, I suppose didn’t have to probably, but it was certainly inspiring.
Weighing in at nine songs over 30 minutes, the perfect length for a rowdy punk record, there’s not much dynamic to Spitting Venom, but who needs that anyway? Just down a few beers and three shots of the second cheapest liquor you can stomach, and everything else will work itself out.
What it lacks in subtlety, it makes up for in plenty of harmonized guitar leads that would make Thin Lizzy plenty proud. It’s raw and ripping, rude and raucous, puked up in chunks just large enough to choke back down with gratuitous glee. One solo even kinda sounds like Slayer.
Honestly, you could probably read the killer song titles (“Piss Your Pants and Keep Partying”) and decide if this album is for you. If your idea of a good time is smoking weed in parking lots and just generally giving ‘em hell, you just stumbled on your summer soundtrack. Hell, the album art alone gave me a hangover, and my immunity to depravity is pretty high.
Like they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And if it ain’t drunk, do a beer bong with it. Beggars high-octane-punk rock n’ roll ain’t broke, but I sure would do a beer bong with them. Thanks dudes, it was a pleasure.
Recommended if you like: Turbonegro, The Bronx, Valient Thorr, Red Fang
If you find yourself in the southern U.S., be sure to check out the end of Beggars' May tour. More info on the dates and location can be found by clicking here.