Album Review: Tag Me To Hell by Startrash
Alright, so let’s talk about Tag Me To Hell by Startrash. This punk rock gem hailing from Italy is raw, unfiltered, and kinda feels like that one friend who says exactly what’s on their mind—no sugarcoating, no apologies. Released under Not On Label, it’s the kind of album that grabs you by the collar and shakes you awake. Let’s dive into a couple tracks that really stuck with me.
First up, "She's Impossible." Man, this track hits hard right outta the gate. It’s got this driving rhythm that makes your foot tap involuntarily, and the vocals? They’re snarly but somehow still catchy as hell. The lyrics feel like an anthem for anyone who's ever been frustrated with someone they can’t figure out—or maybe just can’t stand. I mean, who hasn’t had THAT person in their life? What gets me is how relatable it feels without trying too hard. It’s not poetic or fancy—it’s straight-up punk honesty, and honestly? That’s why it works.
Then there’s "Waiting For The Iceberg." This one’s slower (well, relatively speaking), but don’t let that fool you—it packs a punch emotionally. There’s something haunting about the guitar riff that loops through the whole thing, like you’re stuck waiting for something big to happen, but you’re not sure if it ever will. The chorus sticks in your head long after the song ends, which is wild because it’s not even upbeat. Maybe that’s why it stood out to me; it’s different from the rest of the album while still fitting perfectly.
The other tracks—like "Everybody Says I'll Go To Hell" and "Life Backwards"—are solid too, though they didn’t grab me quite as much. But hey, isn’t that how albums usually go? Some songs hit harder than others, and that’s okay. Even the short little intro track sets the tone nicely, like a warning shot before the chaos begins.
What’s cool about Tag Me To Hell is how unapologetically Italian it feels—not in a stereotypical pasta-and-pizza way, but more in its DIY attitude. You can tell these guys aren’t chasing trends or trying to impress anyone. They’re just doing their thing, loud and proud.
So yeah, if you’re into punk rock with bite, give this album a spin. Just be ready for some lyrical gut punches and riffs that might make you wanna smash stuff (in a good way). Honestly, listening to this feels like hanging out with old friends—you know, the ones who are kinda messy but totally real. And hey, isn’t that what music’s supposed to be about anyway?
P.S. Fun fact: Writing this review made me realize I now have “She’s Impossible” stuck in my head AGAIN. Punk rock earworms—are they even allowed?!
