In the run-up to their 2016 European tour, Institute got themselves ready and fired-up by recording a new album, which we now see before us as Subordination. This the most live and direct Institute have ever sounded on record, with Moses Brown’s cynical, anti-normative lyrics riding on a bed of gnarly guitars. On Sacred Bones.
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Sacred Bones is ten years old. Think of all the pocket money it must have earned in its baby years! While we’re celebrating many an old release this week and remembering all things psych and gothic, it’s also worth keeping up with the label’s rocking present and checking in on this here Institute record, another fine slab of salt-grit hardcore that rumbles down the tracks like a moshing train conductor. ‘Subordination’ follows up the dynamic ‘Catharsis’, with attached lots of punk sub-ideas to one another and created great fun amidst the stitches. This one? The same but better.
Institute are a real bunch of punk clairvoyants. They know each-other’s triumphs and foibles from the inside out, and make a record that steers smoothly and gloriously through its torrents of noise. Listening to “Only Child” is a trip through intuition, the instrumental riffage growing into a song slowly after they’re doing flashing and shredding every little trick at one another. The band keep their slow chug active and restless, somehow twinning the moody pace with hyperactive riffs and an enfranchised snarl.
They like to front with all the noise but they’re just too darn catchy for their own good, unfortunately, sorry guys, foiled again -- the opening bout of dissonance central to “Prissy Things” is wiped away on its windscreen for a track of wicked-fast chord progressions and old-school punk shout-mutterings, its speed obliterating its way to fun. “All This Pride” is a sludgy hit of doomy, broken-down strikings, while “Human Law” keeps a tick-tocking medley of bass and guitar going so that your head nods its way into proceedings. These are all hooks, they are, and they prove Institute one of Bones’ most captivating bands -- even if they’re just a bloody punk band, eh?
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