Consumables

We Are Time prove fertile ground for post-punk once again. Following favorite releases by Motorists, Body Breaks, and label head Chandra, the band hooks into the debut from NYC’s Consumables. Infinite Games nabs some of the acerbic grit of the ‘70s set while keeping things malleable, shaking off some of the decade’s more brittle aesthetics. The record lands, lodged between the caffeinated bounce of legacy luminaries like The Units, Starter, or Magazine and more recent roustabouts U-Bahn, Smarts, School Damage, or Bodega. The latter feels the most natural with the band’s Ben Hozie also sliding behind the production desk on Infinite Games. Touchstones aside, the record’s rubberized snap mixes with a serrated grit, tossing listeners into the bounce house with a batch of broken glass.

Like their best counterparts, the record ruminates on societal rot, dead-end prospects, banal trappings, and an insistent itch that sets the mind on fire. While the band was die-cast and crafted in the streets of New York, their restlessness and ire would feel right at home with the current Aussie crop. Chewing and choking on the options left behind by the capital class, the band spits invective back by the pound. They shake the hand that feeds with a palmed razor blade. Their often-coifed delivery, slick and winking, hides more than a few poisons beneath the surface and they’re more than happy to send out a dose through the wires. Another fun one, and a record that builds steam with each listen.

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