Ok now, this is simple : in 2013, Frustrations’s second LP will prove itself to be one of the most important french records released in the past 5 to 10 years
First, because Uncivilized is better than anything the band has done so far. The beat is cold, cruel and static, the bass player plays as if he had been paid twice, every track tastes like those glasses you drink down before paying your dues to the human race and Fabrice Gilbert’s voice drips down on the whole thing with the heart and gusto of a guy who would have been taken out of bed in the middle of the night to clean the vomit of a dog.
In other words: shit is brutal. Fifty tons of black terror throwing ice shards on the streets of dead cities.
But there’s something else. Frustration is just not your average indie/punk/post-whatever unit, especially in France. Despite little to no press and virtually no support from the manistream media, this Parisian gang plays sold out shows all over the country and acheived to sell over 10,000 copies of their previous record. The reason is quite simple : in 7 years, Frustration grew an audience that is as diverse (punks, clubbers, skinheads, rock dads, workers, new wave amazons, temporary secretaries, fashionistas, you name it) as it is loyal (you WILL see most of their crowd at every damn show) and massive. An audience attracted by intense, sincere and bullshit-free records played by a bunch of intense, sincere and bullshit-free dudes. And that’s about it. No mystical soup, no boring deals. Frustration is a band as strong and good-hearted as a bunch of shirtless kids running in the Cambodia jungle to fight with panthers. And with a record as good as Uncivilized, you’ll have no choice but to join them.