Punitive Damage
Front stage at the Rickshaw, I stood casually leaning on the barricade, curious about the openers. Nonchalant, they strode out, flipped their amps from standy-by mode to ON. A swell of feedback. Drum sticks counted it in. Immediately, my entire being perked up. Punitive Damage plays punk like a chainsaw fighting a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat. Loud, fast, and pummelling. I was struck by the precision of the rhythm section, the ferociousness of the vocals, and the power of a violent riff to deliver just the right amount of catchiness. The songs are short, to the point, and pack more hooks t...