Album Review: Neko by RaBee's – A Punk Rock Gem from Japan
Alright, so I gave Neko by RaBee’s a spin, and lemme tell ya, this album’s got some serious bite to it. It’s punk rock through and through, but with that raw Japanese edge that just hits different. Released under Betty Record, the whole thing feels like one big chaotic love letter to anyone who digs their music loud, fast, and unapologetic.
First off, let’s talk about the title track, “Neko.” Man, this song is STICKY. Like, you’ll have its chorus stuck in your head for days whether you want it there or not. The energy? Insane. The riffs are punchy as hell, and the vocals feel like they’re screaming right into your soul. There’s something about how messy yet tight it all feels—like RaBee’s is daring you to keep up with them. Oh, and fun fact: "neko" means cat in Japanese, but don’t expect any soft purring vibes here. This kitty’s got claws out, ready to shred.
Then there’s “Trust,” which kinda sneaks up on you. At first listen, it sounds like your typical punk anthem, but give it a couple of spins, and BOOM—it gets you. The lyrics hit hard, talking about loyalty and betrayal without being all preachy about it. Plus, the breakdown halfway through? Chef’s kiss. Feels like they took everything pent-up inside and just let it explode. Honestly, if you don’t nod along to this one at least once, check your pulse because you might be dead.
Now, full disclosure—I didn’t vibe with every single track equally. Some songs felt a bit repetitive after a while, but hey, isn’t that kinda punk’s whole deal? Raw, imperfect, and real AF. And honestly, when an album makes you feel more alive than most things do these days, does perfection even matter?
Oh, random thought: listening to Neko feels like eating wasabi for the first time. It burns, sure, but then you can’t stop going back for more. Like, what IS this magic?
So yeah, if you’re into punk rock with a twist—or just wanna hear what happens when Japan meets Betty Record—grab yourself a copy of Neko. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining ‘cause you can’t stop blasting it.
