Demo 2015 by Schiavi: A Hardcore Punk Gut-Punch You Can’t Ignore
Alright, let’s get this straight—Demo 2015 by Schiavi isn’t here to hold your hand or make you feel all warm inside. Nope. This is raw, unfiltered aggression bottled up and thrown at your face like a Molotov cocktail. Released in 2015 under Tooth Domino Records and self-released via Not On Label, this US-born beast of an album punches hard with its hardcore punk roots. It’s messy, loud, and doesn’t give a damn about being "perfect." And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.
Let’s dive into two tracks that’ll stick to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk: “Intro / Slow Death” and “Blood Lust.”
First off, “Intro / Slow Death” kicks things off with zero chill. The opening riff hits like a punch to the gut, setting the tone for the chaos ahead. There’s no build-up, no soft intro crap—it just slams the door open and screams, “Here we are!” What sticks out most is how relentless it feels. Like, you’re not listening; you’re surviving. By the time the vocals kick in, you’re already neck-deep in a mosh pit of sound. This track sets the stage perfectly, reminding you why hardcore punk exists—to rip apart complacency and leave nothing but adrenaline behind.
Then there’s “Blood Lust,” which might as well be renamed “How to Lose Your Mind in Under Three Minutes.” This one grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. The drums bash away like they’ve got something to prove, while the guitar work is sharp enough to cut glass. But it’s the energy—the sheer pissed-off vibe—that seals the deal. Every scream feels personal, every chord strikes like a hammer. If you don’t wanna smash something (or someone) after hearing this, check your pulse because you might be dead.
The rest of the album keeps the momentum alive with tracks like “The King’s Two Bodies” and “Bound,” but those first couple cuts hit different. They’re not just songs—they’re weapons. Weapons aimed squarely at whatever part of your soul still clings to comfort zones.
So yeah, Demo 2015 ain’t perfect. Some transitions are rougher than a gravel road, and the production has that DIY grit that won’t appeal to everyone. But screw polish—this record bleeds authenticity. It reminds you music doesn’t have to be shiny to be real.
And hey, fun fact: if you listen closely during the last thirty seconds of “Bound,” you can hear what sounds suspiciously like someone accidentally knocking over a mic stand. Maybe it’s staged. Maybe it’s legit. Either way, it fits right in. Punk rock thrives on imperfection, and Schiavi knows that better than anyone.
Final thought? Life’s too short for boring music. Turn this up loud, break stuff responsibly, and remember—sometimes the best art comes from pure, untamed rage. Now go blast “Blood Lust” again before you forget what living feels like.
