EH Sukarra: A Riot of Raw Energy That Still Kicks Ass
Let’s cut the crap—EH Sukarra by E H Sukarra is one helluva ride. Released in '92 under Esan Ozenki, this Spanish rock beast slams together heavy metal grit and punk fury like no other album from that era. It's raw, unfiltered, and straight-up pissed off—a middle finger to polished production and fake vibes. If you’re into music that feels like it was recorded in a sweaty basement with amps cranked to eleven, this one’s for you.
First track that sticks? “Fuck Them.” Yeah, they didn’t shy away from calling it what it is. This song hits hard with its screeching guitars and relentless drumming, but it’s the attitude that grabs you by the throat. The vocals are spit out like venom, and every word screams rebellion. You can almost picture some dingy club packed with moshing bodies losing their minds to this anthem. It’s short, sharp, and leaves a bruise—just how punk should be.
Then there’s “Goazen,” which opens the whole thing with a bang. The riff alone could wake the dead, and when those drums kick in, forget about sitting still. What makes this track unforgettable isn’t just the energy; it’s the way it sets the tone for everything that follows. It’s like the band’s saying, “We’re here, we’re loud, and we don’t give a damn if you’re ready or not.”
Tracks like “Argi Ibili” and “Colonen Arraultzak” keep the chaos rolling, blending thrashy riffs with lyrics that hit harder than a bar fight. And let’s not skip over “Nerbixuaws 12 p.m”—it’s messy as hell, but that’s kinda the point. These guys weren’t aiming for perfection; they were aiming for impact. Mission fucking accomplished.
Looking back at EH Sukarra, it’s wild how fresh it still sounds. Most bands today wouldn’t dare put out something so untamed, so unapologetically real. Maybe that’s why it sticks with you—it doesn’t try too hard to impress. Instead, it punches you square in the face and dares you to hit play again.
So here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels like finding an old mixtape in your junk drawer and realizing it’s better than half the stuff on Spotify right now. Fucked up, right?
