Like my friend Stinky Ole Trapper says, "Punk's not dead, it's just resting." Perhaps the scene is resting—BUST! is not. "Amen At Work" ignites the album with a phonic conflagration billowing forth 10 seconds of dissonant, jangling, overdriven guitar and hot-to-trot bingo-bango, bingo-bango drumming before settling into a driving verse and killing the whole damn thing with a dead-blow hammer in one minute, 52 seconds. Ignore the desire to repeat that track, instead slip on your rubber panties and ride the rawk wave to "Jin and Juice," and its Black Flag-like breakdown/chorus that may even have the crustiest hesher slow-banging her head.
Up next? Who gives a turkey? More of the same. This is the most cohesive 12.9 minutes of rock 'n' roll of 2011. The duo's ample energy and hep musicianship make them the creamy sauce atop a platter of Taco John's super potato olés. (As superlatives go, this is tops.)
Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger! was my all-time fave band with an exclamation point in its name until OFF! came along and atomized us with nuevo SoCal hardcore. However, Chicago's BUST! is the winner, winner of the chicken dinner now.
BUST! Plays the Zootown Arts Community Center Sunday, August 7, at 8 PM with The Please and Thank Yous and Candy Liberation Front. $5.