Alright, let’s dive into 金輪罪 by 首振りDolls. This album hit the scene in 2015 under Doll Records and it's one of those records that grabs you by the throat but somehow feels like an old friend at the same time. It's raw, unfiltered punk rock with a dash of Rock & Roll swagger—basically, if Japan decided to bottle up rebellion and pour it into 40 minutes of music, this would be it.
First off, the title track 金輪罪 is unforgettable. Like, how can you not lose your mind over that opening riff? It’s got this gritty edge, almost like they’re daring you to keep listening. The energy doesn’t quit—it just barrels forward with reckless abandon. And when the vocals kick in, there’s this mix of desperation and defiance that hits different. You feel it in your chest, ya know? Not overly polished, not trying too hard to impress anyone—it’s real, messy, and beautiful all at once.
Then there’s 蜃気楼. Man, this track sneaks up on you. At first, it’s kind of brooding, like staring at a mirage in the desert—you want to reach out but know it’s just smoke and mirrors. But then BAM! It explodes into this chaotic burst of sound halfway through, and suddenly you're hooked. The lyrics stick with you, even if you don’t understand every word. There’s something haunting about it, like a memory you can’t quite shake. Honestly, I found myself replaying it over and over just to figure out what exactly made my gut twist so much.
Oh, and we can’t forget 渇いた雨. If 金輪罪 punches you in the face and 蜃気楼 leaves you lost in thought, this one feels like standing under a storm cloud that never breaks. The pacing is slower, heavier, dripping with tension. It’s less aggressive than the others, but no less powerful. By the end, you’re left feeling drained—but in the best way possible.
What’s wild about this album is how it refuses to sit still. One moment you’re headbanging, the next you’re zoning out, lost in its weird little world. It’s not perfect—not by a long shot—but maybe that’s why it sticks. These songs have character, flaws and all. They remind you that music isn’t supposed to be some sterile experience; it’s meant to make you feel alive, uncomfortable, or just plain confused sometimes.
And honestly? That last note lingers longer than expected. Kinda like walking away from a party where everyone was shouting, but deep down, you kinda wish you could go back.
