Beat Beat Beat - Living In The Future CD

77 punk hooks with the energy and forward drive of early hardcore, complete with attention-to-detail power-pop-esque songwriting skills. Saints meet Adolescents? Heartbreakers meets early Briefs?

Recorded in Atlanta with Dave Carbona, Living In The Future unleashes 12 sleazy, swaggering punk/pop (NOT pop punk!) onto the undeserving masses.

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DAGGER ZINE:The Dirtnap label keeps rolling along…….i totally dug the 7” I have by this band and now here are 12 more tunes that rage , spit and snarl with the best of Dirtnap releases. These Atlanta miscreants know how to write a tune and have all the right influences (Saints, Dead Boys, Adolescents, etc.) and like all good Dirtnap band they have a good pop sensibility as vocalist Josh is the perfect mix of snotty n’ soaring (he reminds me quite a bit of Tony Cadena from The Adolescents) and the three guitarist, all melding perfectly, bring the tunes to the next level. And songs like “Hate Me”, “Psycho” , “Don’t Tell me Now” and “Where the Birdmen Fly’ sound like instantly recognizable classic punk tunes from days of yore but nope, these were recorded in the Summer of 2005 so in other words, get your ass down to the record store and buy this before you’re the last on your block to do so. I think my 78 year old neighbor already has it ! ( www.dirtnaprecs.com )

NOW WAVE ZINE:It's official - everybody loves Beat Beat Beat. You, me, your little brother, my graybeard uncle, your underaged girlfriend, '77 nostalgists, pop-punk kids, garage scenesters, mosh pit warriors, degenerate punk rockers, record collector geeks, Killed By Death enthusiasts, militia men, disco dancers, gay Republicans, gaming nerds, racist comedians, and four out of five dentists all agree that Living In the Future is one of the year's best albums. Blurring the distinctions between melodic hardcore, powerpop, and '77 punk, Beat Beat Beat's speedy, tuneful attack is certain to go over grandly with every last sector of the Now Wave readership. Many amongst the Now Wave family have been keen on this Atlanta group for a couple years now, and I imagine many more will be jumping aboard the bandwagon shortly. Hotly anticipated ever since the band's Douchemaster single hit the streets early last year, the full-length debut Living In the Future does not disappoint in the least. This was a release so big that it took two of my favorite record labels to get it out into the world!

While just about every person who reads this webzine is a fan of the melodic side of punk, a great number of you have grown weary of the highly-derivative, retro-leaning acts that tend to make that kind of music. Beat Beat Beat, thankfully, engage in neither blatant imitation nor substandard hero worship. One might hear echoes of past (Adolescents, early Replacements, numerous KBD favorites) and recent (Exploding Hearts, Marked Men, Stitches) punk greats in the band's music, but you can't really say that Beat Beat Beat sounds like any of those bands. The group plays some of the freshest, most distinct sounding punk music you'll hear anywhere. The album title is kind of appropriate, because this is as modern and "current" sounding as classic punk gets. So even if these fellows aren't exactly living in the future, at least they aren't stuck in the past. And great songs like "Don't Tell Me Now", "Nasty Nightmare", "Leave Me Out", and "Savage Girl" are as catchy and tuneful as anything being churned out by far less original "pop" specialists.

From wire to wire, Living In the Future flat-out rips. The playing is tight, fast, and fiery. The songs are efficient, satisfying, and not at all formulaic. The singing is urgent, strong, and just as on-key as it needs to be. In a day and age when hype is king and very little turns out nearly as great as it's supposed to, it's a true delight to hear Beat Beat Beat exceed all expectations. What an album!

UNDER THE VOLCANO ZINE:Living In The Future is a seedy and sordid blast of skid row style Punk Rock that oozes sin, sleaze, and sickness like a junkie craving his next fix of smack. Each one of the 12 songs recklessly careening off this disc is a snotty, energetically blistering testimonial of a savage, carefree lifestyle spent teetering on the edge of decadent self-abuse and wild nihilistic abandon. Like Johnny Thunders, The Riffs, and The Black Halos before them, Beat Beat Beat sound as if they drunkenly roam the trash-strewn streets of a decaying urban jungle on any given night of the week cruising for drugs, cheap sex, and dead-end dreams. So what the hell else does life have to offer anyway? (CD)-Moser