Feelings by Malformed Thought: A Hardcore Riot from 1995 That Still Kicks Ass
Let’s get one thing straight—Malformed Thought wasn’t here to hold your hand or sing you lullabies. Their 1995 album Feelings is a raw, unfiltered punch in the gut, and it doesn’t apologize for being brutally honest. Hailing from the Czech Republic and released under Bellatrix Records, this hardcore rock masterpiece is like a runaway train with no brakes. It’s messy, loud, and unforgettable—and that’s exactly why you can’t ignore it.
The lineup? Solid as hell. You’ve got Tomáš Reisner on vocals, screaming his lungs out like he’s trying to exorcise demons. Then there’s David Blažek pulling double duty on bass guitar while somehow keeping up with Miroslav Michálek’s relentless drumming. Guitarist Tomáš Kubát shreds riffs so sharp they could cut glass. And let’s not forget L. Tupý, who wore more hats than a used clothing store—producer, engineer, recording supervisor—all rolled into one. This crew didn’t just make music; they unleashed chaos.
Now, onto the tracks. There are some real bangers here, but two stood out enough to leave permanent scars on my brain: “The Focus Of The Tumour” and “We Are Food For The Big World.”
“The Focus Of The Tumour” hits hard right off the bat. It’s fast, pissed-off, and chaotic, but there’s something about the way the guitars spiral into madness that grabs you by the throat. Like, yeah, we all know life feels like a tumor sometimes, growing uncontrollably until it consumes everything. But instead of wallowing, Malformed Thought turns that frustration into fuel. By the time the track ends, you’re left breathless, wondering what the hell just happened. And honestly? That’s the point.
Then there’s “We Are Food For The Big World,” which might as well be the anthem for anyone who feels crushed under society’s boot. The lyrics spit venom at systems designed to chew people up and spit them out. Reisner’s voice cracks and growls like he’s living every word he screams. Paired with the pounding drums and jagged guitar riffs, this song sticks to your ribs like tar. It’s grimy, angry, and impossible to shake off—and I mean that in the best way possible.
Sure, the production has its rough edges. This isn’t some polished studio miracle—it’s gritty, raw, and imperfect. But that’s what makes Feelings feel alive. Every screech, every offbeat drum hit, every moment where things sound like they’re falling apart—that’s authenticity. These guys weren’t aiming for perfection. They were aiming for impact, and damn if they didn’t nail it.
Looking back, it’s wild to think this came out in 1995. Hardcore was blowing up globally, but hearing it come from the Czech Republic adds another layer of rebellion. Maybe that’s why it feels so untamed, like it doesn’t give a fuck about trends or expectations.
So, would I recommend Feelings? Hell yes—but only if you’re ready to have your face melted off. If you want safe, predictable, or easy listening, go somewhere else. But if you’re itching for an album that sounds like controlled chaos wrapped in barbed wire, this is it.
And hey, fun fact: photography was done by Stanislav Dvořák. Whoever he is, props to him because capturing the vibe of this band must’ve been harder than dodging their mosh pit.
Final thought? Life sucks, but albums like Feelings remind us we’re not alone in the suckage. Or maybe… just maybe… the suckage is the whole point. Fucked up, huh?
