Sunday, June 20, 2010
Shenkin Punx (Israel) - Shnataim Shel Tzarot (2009)
1. PTICHA BAHASHECHA (An opening in darkness)
2. TIPSHUT VE HAZNACHA (Stupidity and neglect)
3. MOTZETZ BEHATZLACHA (Sucking in success)
4. KRICHA AL GOAL NEFESH (Wrapping over disgust)
5. ISHTECHA HI REFESH NACH MITACHAT LASMICHA (Your wife is slime resting under the blanket)
6. HATUNA SMECHA (Happy wedding)
7. SHIR AL SUS (A song about a horse)
8. MAUS (Disdained)
9. BHILA VARAAD (Sickness and shivering)
10. YAAR AD (Ever-forest)
11. OCHEL MIPACHAD (Eating out of fear)
12. YELED CHAD (Sharp boy)
13. GUF HIMUM (Heating element)
14. OYEV ARUM (Naked enemy)
15. YOM AKUM (Skewed day)
16. TIMTUM (Dumbness)
17. TSRACHOT MECHURBANOT (Shitty screams)
18. BANOT ME'ANYENOT (Interesting girls)
Total playing time 32:45
[Thanks to Gutzy for providing the tracklist with songtitle translations.]
Anyway, the Shenkin Punx form a fairly unique punk rock four-piece right off Shenkin St. in Tel Aviv, Israel. The download link was provided to me by Urban Decay Records, among other pretty uploads.
"Shenkin St. is one of the most popular streets in Tel Aviv, either for shopping or just for a coffee or light lunch. The street is full of shops and cafés, some more expensive and some less. Many Israeli designers have small shops there, whether as groups or if they are successful, their own private place. Whether you are looking for a smart suite or presents for your children, you will have a wide selection on this street."
Thus, in the tradition inherent to their bandname, the Shenkin Punx play in a way that you can't be sure whether they're spouting some serious rock 'n' roll wisdom, or merely poking fun at you. The guitar is underlined with classic, optimistic punk melody, and the song structures possess a remarkable flow considering how dynamic a thing these guys are able to pull off. One of the deal-sealers is definitely "Orel Reich", the vocalist. This guy sounds like he's stuck in a loop of minor mental breakdowns, going from a talkative, nice guy with a velvety high-pitched voice, getting progressively more existentially disoriented and downright angry, resulting in a Tsukasa Harakawa-style burst - nervous, convulsive screaming, as if there's an unbearable cramp constantly after his stomach.
Pigeonholed and simply put, they're something like a weird Propagandhi.
But not really. (Mediafire)
Considering the cover art, I'm still trying to figure out whether there is really some sort of penis involved, or are those just my perverse thought patterns that needn't (never ever) be observed through an actual cephalochromoscope.