Punk Without The Pop Mentality
Sneering their way out Stafford, going screechingly via Birmingham, Untitled Musical Project are a trio of lads toting a punk mentality that oozes with contempt and loathing that frantically pummels you to within an inch of your life before spitting you back out with a cheeky grin. It's the Sex Pistols meets the Beastie Boys with wicked wit fuelled lyrics and a bucket load of unpolished grottiness that brings the true meaning of punk back to the frontline; you'll either herald the charge or fall at the wayside, there is no middle ground.
With a mixture of highly charged vigour and full on contempt, 'Beards and Drugs' bombards you with a wall of noise concocted of sneering vocals that mingle with scathing bass lines and guitar solos that could be detrimental to your health. Mix in the occasional glimpse of feedback and douse in a layer of gritty grunge and UMP has crafted a punk track that clings to core ingredients. It's raw, it's aggressive and it's laden with dirty grime that would have pop punk acts quaking in their polished shoes. By the time you reach 'Facsimile', UMP have cranked up the vocals a few notches, reaching wailing banshee levels that screech over a sarcastic bass line that wickedly thumps. Perhaps the only song title that could muster a smile on Heather Mills' mug this side of Christmas is 'Why Isn't Paul McCartney Dead Already?', that is until the line crops up mentioning "your gold digging wife is sailing in a yacht"; both topical and amusing.
UMP have attempted to return to old school punk, to recreate the true meaning of the genre and if this is your cup of tea, than rejoice in the knowledge that punk today doesn't have to go hand in hand with a craving for the pop market. For those who consider the genre a pile of grimy screeching vocals and wailing guitars, best pass this trio by, pure punk is all they do.