I once worked with a Crust Punk. He always seemed to be suffering from some sort of phlegmatic malaise, which was undoubtedly attributable, at least in part, to his wretched personal hygiene. Then suddenly he's not at work for a couple days, then a week, and people start to ask, "where's that crusty guy?" Well, it turns out he'd contracted Legionnaire's disease! Punk fucking rock!
I suppose I'd lived sort of a Crust lifestyle in the past, but with no acknowledgement of the music or the politics or the veganism. And instead of living on the streets and partying till I puked blood every night, I was attending an infamous art college and partying till I puked blood every night. I did play in an offensively named punk rock band, though, and I was all aboard with the minimalistic hygiene practices. But I got older, and the acne became unmanageable.
Don't get me wrong; I'm glad these people, these "crusty" people, exist. If only I'd been turned on to Amebix when I was 18 instead of 28, things may have turned out differently. I could have contracted Legionnaire's disease, gotten my nose tattooed, and rocked my teets off to countless face-smashing bands nation-and-world-wide. Instead, I followed the twin lures of the warehousing industry and crippling social anxiety.
So where is this all leading, you ask? Well, in my investigation of the crust phenomenon, I came across some recordings that have fulfilled some primal music-nerd cravings deep within, and I have to make sure the whole world hears my opinion and agrees with me.
These gentlemen and one lady are Russian, and I know almost nothing about them except that they're fantastic. They brood, they build, they thrash, they explode! The Muscovites call it emo, probably due to the lyrics, because musically this isn't in the same time zone as the emo we know here in AmeriKKKa. I suppose in Russia including melodic passages and memorable hooks in a hardcore/crust context means you're a pussy. This too-brief 7" is a masterpiece of mid-fi production, five nearly perfect rainy-day hardcore anthems to glare menacingly at strangers to. The members of this band are also members of many other bands of varying repute among the young cheloveks. Buy it, it's cheap!