Toronto's Cult Crime is one of those bands that can best be described as real-deal punk rock. These guys aren't trying to break new ground or change the game for modern music. But you hear one of their records and instantly find yourself grateful that music like this is still being made. The style is classic; the execution is flawless; the conviction is undeniable. On its new album Fully Automatic, Cult Crime continues to unleash tunes that obliterate everything in their path. This, my friends is raging punk rock full of raw energy, pure power, and guts for days. These 12 full-blasting tracks recall the tougher side of '77 punk, the more tuneful side of early hardcore, and even a little '90s blistering punk rock 'n' roll. You know what I'm talking about. The drums and bass practically scorch the earth. The singer spits bile and fire. The guitars roar and scream. There's no room here for playing around or getting fancy. It's all fire and ferocity, but in a way that's sure to have you tapping your toes and triumphantly punching the air. If you crave full-speed-ahead rock 'n' roll that's positively pummeling but not afraid to be catchy, this is the tornado you ought to be bracing for.
Sunday, November 08, 2026
Cult Crime - Fully Automatic
Toronto's Cult Crime is one of those bands that can best be described as real-deal punk rock. These guys aren't trying to break new ground or change the game for modern music. But you hear one of their records and instantly find yourself grateful that music like this is still being made. The style is classic; the execution is flawless; the conviction is undeniable. On its new album Fully Automatic, Cult Crime continues to unleash tunes that obliterate everything in their path. This, my friends is raging punk rock full of raw energy, pure power, and guts for days. These 12 full-blasting tracks recall the tougher side of '77 punk, the more tuneful side of early hardcore, and even a little '90s blistering punk rock 'n' roll. You know what I'm talking about. The drums and bass practically scorch the earth. The singer spits bile and fire. The guitars roar and scream. There's no room here for playing around or getting fancy. It's all fire and ferocity, but in a way that's sure to have you tapping your toes and triumphantly punching the air. If you crave full-speed-ahead rock 'n' roll that's positively pummeling but not afraid to be catchy, this is the tornado you ought to be bracing for.

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