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Badmouth
Strikes Again

Ghosthunt (2007) Michael

Badmouth – Strikes Again cover artwork
Badmouth – Strikes Again — Ghosthunt, 2007

Badmouth is the latest in the seemingly never-ending line of pissed off hardcore bands from Southern California. Strikes Again is their debut effort, which is actually their demo but in refurbished form via Ghosthunt Records.

Over the course of these nine songs, Badmouth deliver fast-paced hardcore-punk with serious guitar whaling and bitter as hell lyrics. Musically, they remind me quite a bit of Trash Talk. If you like your songs with lots of fast parts, but also like really crazy breakdowns, then this is a good EP for you to pick up.

Strikes Again is a pretty DIY release, handmade covers and what have you. Not sure how many of these are left, but if the band continues to write songs like these, they could move up to a decent sized label and see their popularity flourish.

6.0 / 10Michael • November 8, 2007

Badmouth – Strikes Again cover artwork
Badmouth – Strikes Again — Ghosthunt, 2007

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