The Beastie Boys. At the Drive In. Fugazi. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Illimanjaro?
It just may be that the annals of great punk/rage/rap has a new member. Illimanjaro bring incredible energy and musicianship to their brand of power trio punk–whether itâ€™s the dub â€œTwisted Babeâ€ (reminiscent of Sublimeâ€™s trippier numbers) or the streetwriter anthem â€œFeel My Graffitâ€ (recalling Rage Against the Machine in sound, if not in lyrical content) the band is showing chops I rarely see in a self-produced, unknown and unsigned band.
The group is young and clear has a lot of kinks to work out. Most noticeably, singer Noah Penn needs to work on connecting his flow to the beat when heâ€™s
rapping, and on his vocal range on slower songs. (A female singer identified as â€œThe Shellsâ€ provides a much-needed respite on track 6.) The band also needs an editor, because none of its songs need to creep over the six-and-a-half-minute mark. But despite these flaws, the Astoria, Queens group shows amazing potential. For one thing, when was the last time you heard a punk song have a long, freeform jazz break?
These guys are true originals who need a skilled producer or manager to shape their sound. Iâ€™d say thatâ€™s the only thing standing between them and stardom. Hopefully, this is the start of their big break.