It Burns The Phenoms – It Burns The Phenoms
Genre: Rock | Style: Punk | Country: US | Label: Beercan Records
Alright, buckle up because this one’s wild. Straight outta the U.S., It Burns The Phenoms dropped their self-titled punk rock album that feels like a kick to the gut in all the best ways possible. I mean, you can practically smell the beer-soaked basement shows and hear the scuffed-up sneakers stomping along with every track. This isn’t polished studio magic—it’s raw, messy, and dripping with attitude. And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn good.
Let’s talk tracks. First off, there’s “S.E.P.U.”—a song that hits you like a freight train right from the get-go. The guitars are jagged, the drums feel like they’re about to fall apart, and the vocals have this snarling energy that just doesn’t quit. It’s got this relentless drive that sticks in your head for hours after listening. Like, I found myself humming it while doing dishes (and accidentally breaking a glass because I was thrashing too hard). There’s something about how chaotic yet tight it feels—you know these guys aren’t perfect, but that imperfection is exactly why it works.
Then there’s “Rock ‘N’ Roll Destruction Machine,” which might as well be the soundtrack to setting something on fire. The opening riff grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. It’s fast, loud, and unapologetically dumb in the smartest way possible. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’ll wanna grab a mic—or at least scream into your car window. You can tell Eric Rausch had his hands full recording this beast; it’s got layers of chaos held together by sheer force of will. Honestly, if this track doesn’t make you want to start a band or punch a wall (in a fun way), check your pulse.
The production has this lo-fi charm that fits the vibe perfectly. Chris Siutty and Justin Schweir did solid work on the B-side tracks, giving them enough grit to keep things real without losing clarity. And shoutout to Alex Ryterski for the cover art—it looks like someone threw paint at a canvas during a bender, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What stands out most about this album is its authenticity. These dudes aren’t trying to reinvent punk—they’re just owning it. No frills, no gimmicks, just straight-up rock ‘n’ roll rebellion. Listening to it feels like finding an old mixtape in the backseat of a junkyard car—you don’t know where it came from, but damn, it rules.
Here’s the kicker though: halfway through writing this review, my cat knocked over my coffee cup, spilling it all over my notes. And guess what? Somehow, that felt fitting. Life’s messy, unpredictable, and kinda beautiful—and so is It Burns The Phenoms. If you’re looking for music that feels alive, crank this sucker up and let it burn.
