Album Review: I Wanna Destroy by The Incredible Hogs – A Punk Rock Riot from 1984
Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving into I Wanna Destroy, the gloriously unhinged debut (and only?) album by The Incredible Hogs. Released in ’84 under the mysterious “Not On Label,” this punk rock gem is like a caffeinated squirrel on a sugar rush—wild, chaotic, and impossible to ignore.
Let’s talk tracks, shall we? First up, the titular banger, I Wanna Destroy. This song slaps harder than your uncle’s BBQ grill after one too many beers. From the opening riff, it’s clear The Incredible Hogs weren’t here to hold hands and sing Kumbaya. Nope. They came to tear stuff up, metaphorically speaking (I hope). The vocals are raw, like someone just gargled glass shards and screamed into a mic, but damn if it doesn’t work. It’s catchy as hell, with a chorus that’ll rattle around your brain for days. If you’ve ever wanted to smash something—or just feel like society's got ya boxed in—this track feels like your personal anthem.
Then there’s Demolition Beat. Holy cow, this thing hits like a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire. The drums? Insane. The guitar? Like someone set fire to a Telecaster and let it burn its way through the song. What makes this track stick? Honestly, it’s the rhythm—it grabs you by the collar and shakes you until you can’t help but move. Whether you’re moshing in a dingy club or just thrashing around your bedroom, this tune demands your full attention. And yeah, maybe I listened to it 12 times in a row while pretending I was in a music video. No regrets.
So why does this album still matter today? Sure, it’s rough around the edges—production values are about as polished as sandpaper—but that’s kinda the point. I Wanna Destroy isn’t trying to be perfect; it’s trying to be real. In an era where everything’s auto-tuned and Instagram-filtered, these guys remind us what music sounds like when it’s made by humans who don’t give two hoots about rules.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like finding a forgotten mixtape at a garage sale and realizing it’s gold. Or maybe it’s like getting punched in the face—but in a good way. Either way, The Incredible Hogs didn’t need a fancy label or slick marketing—they just needed their instruments, some serious attitude, and a willingness to go full throttle. Punk rock lives, my friends. Now go crank this sucker up before your neighbors call the cops.
