Destroy Oh Boy’s Destroy Oh Boy: A Punk Riot You Can’t Ignore
Alright, let’s talk about Destroy Oh Boy by DestroyOhBoy. Released in 2016 on Monster Zero Records, this Dutch punk rock gem is like a kick to the gut—raw, loud, and unapologetically chaotic. It’s one of those albums that doesn’t try to be fancy or polished; it just grabs you by the collar and yells, “Listen up!” And honestly? I’m here for it.
The album’s got tracks like Don’t Come Closer and Dick For Brains, which are burned into my brain after just one listen. Don’t Come Closer hits hard right outta the gate—it’s fast, messy, and dripping with attitude. The guitar riffs are sharp enough to cut glass, and the vocals? Damn, they sound like someone’s screaming in your face at a house show where everyone’s drenched in sweat. It’s not perfect, but that’s what makes it stick. It’s real, man. Like, you can almost smell the cheap beer and feel the sticky floor beneath your boots.
Then there’s Dick For Brains. Holy crap, this track is a wild ride. It’s got this relentless energy that just doesn’t quit, kinda like when you’re running late for work but still stop to grab a coffee because priorities, right? The lyrics are snarky as hell, throwing shade left and right. I mean, who doesn’t want to scream along to lines that call out toxic dudes? It’s cathartic AF. By the time the song ends, you’re either ready to start a mosh pit or punch a wall (or both).
One thing that stands out is how unfiltered everything feels. There’s no overproduction here—just pure, gritty punk. Tracks like Tropical Heat bring some variety too, mixing in catchy hooks without losing that rough-around-the-edges vibe. Even the repeats on the tracklist don’t bother me much; it’s like hearing an inside joke from the band. They’re saying, “Yeah, we liked these songs so much, we put ‘em on twice.” Fair enough.
But here’s the kicker—the more I listen, the more I realize this album isn’t just noise for noise’s sake. Behind all the chaos, there’s something deeper. Maybe it’s frustration, maybe it’s rebellion, or maybe it’s just the need to let loose and forget life’s bullshit for 30 minutes. Whatever it is, it works.
So yeah, Destroy Oh Boy might not change your life, but it’ll definitely remind you why punk exists in the first place. Screw perfection—this record thrives on imperfection, and that’s its charm. Honestly? If this album were a person, it’d probably get kicked out of bars regularly—but you’d still wanna hang out with it anyway.
Final thought: Listening to this feels like being dared to do something stupid. And honestly? Sometimes stupid is exactly what you need.
