HELLACOPTERS – Cream of the Crap! Collected Non-Album Works, Vol. 3 (2026)
This record is a little gem. Mostly because nobody actually needed it. And yet here they are, yelling over simple chords and drums that don’t try to be clever. But somehow they always sound genuinely alive. The drumbeat, with its plain four-on-the-floor snaps between kick and snare, does its dirty work perfectly: it injects a kind of bodily happiness that very few things manage to deliver so well, and so immediately.
This is powerful stuff. It feels like staring at a Basquiat painting where everything seems to move in a nervous kind of order: every riff a brushstroke, every rhythm setting the shade of a specific color. What emerges is something at once old and already heard, but so old and so already heard that it has crossed the line into classic territory.
And today, we need these kinds of classics more than ever. If only to challenge those grey musical horizons where nothing stands out, where everything blurs into the same dull, homogeneous wash and you can’t tell a damn thing apart.