Listening to Goin’ Mental makes me realize how gross we really are. Here we are swimming in shitty desk jobs and fucking depression, with our gross, supersize meals that have enough calories to feed a family of four. Maybe that’s just daily modern life, mostly consisting of being trapped in a place you don’t want to be, hating your life and ultimately, going mental.
Do Europeans live this way too? Rake-Off certainly doesn’t make it seem that way, and Italy is definitely not on the list of unhappiest countries. That doesn’t stop these guys from raging on through less than twenty minutes of pure and ultimately well-constructed crossover punk. With almost perfect composition, this album is like a cup of fucking coffee. Composition can be everything, and these guys sound like they eat that shit for breakfast with a fork and knife. It’s hardcore thrash punk, but it’s done in the smoothest way you could imagine anything punk to be. Almost fancy, if you’re a theory nerd like me. The sampling is always in the right place to peak interest and perk up your ears. The overall flow between tracks is near flawless, and like any perfect pizza or espresso, has the balance of all aspects of punk/thrash/crossover punk absolutely nailed and in the right place. There’s nothing janky about this album, including the album art. Just a crazed office worker who can’t handle looking at his fucking computer screen for a second longer.
The last track on the album, “Mental March” has me rubbing my goosebumps, but ends too soon, sadly. That’s probably just me, wanting more of the goodness. The last thing I am doing is pulling away from Goin’ Mental or the rest of the discography, and that’s what I call success; gaining a new fan who’s ready to pay for concert tickets and band merch and talk about you excitedly to all their friends. This release is permanent playlist material, and you can thank Rake-Off.
Written by Talia Plante
*edited by Mike Milito