You Can’t Run Out by Amazon – A Brutal Blast from 1991 That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s get this straight—Amazon ain’t no online shopping giant here; we’re talkin’ about a Danish hard rock band that dropped You Can’t Run Out back in ‘91. And damn, does it slap harder than most of the polished crap you hear today. This album doesn’t mess around—it hits like a sledgehammer to the skull, raw and unfiltered, just how hard rock should be. No fancy label backing them either (Not On Label? Seriously?), but screw that, they didn’t need one.
Now, onto the tracks. First up: “Our Love.” Holy hell, if you wanna know what passion wrapped in distortion sounds like, this is your ticket. The vocals are gritty as fuck, like someone gargled with gravel before heading into the studio. But don’t think for a second that makes it weak—it’s fucking powerful. The riff slams into you over and over again until you can’t tell where the music ends and your heartbeat starts. It’s not perfect, sure, but who cares? Perfection’s boring anyway. What matters is that it stays stuck in your head long after the needle lifts off the vinyl.
Then there’s the title track, “You Can’t Run Out.” Jesus Christ, this song feels like being chased through an alley by something way bigger than you. The drums pound relentlessly, and the guitar work? Pure fire. Like, I’m not even exaggerating—it's like these guys channeled pure rage into six strings and called it art. There’s no holding back here, no filler bullshit. Every note screams authenticity. If you’ve ever felt trapped, pissed off, or ready to explode, this track gets it. It’s cathartic, man. Almost violent in its honesty.
And yeah, there’s also “Hardened,” which is solid too, but those first two tracks? They’re the knockout punches. You feel every ounce of effort these dudes put into their craft. It’s messy, loud, and unapologetically real—a middle finger to anyone expecting cookie-cutter tunes.
So why am I still thinking about this record decades later? Maybe because it reminds me that music doesn’t have to be shiny to cut deep. Or maybe because Denmark had more going on in '91 than just Lego bricks and pastries. Who knew?
Here’s the kicker though—this album probably never got the attention it deserved. Hell, it might’ve been lost in some garage sale bin somewhere. But screw trends and fame; sometimes the best stuff stays underground, waiting for idiots like me to stumble across it. So if you find yourself craving raw energy and untamed rock fury, dig this gem out. Just don’t blame me when your neighbors start complaining.
