Subrockers’ Telephone: A Riotous Oi-Punk Love Letter You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, so picture this: it’s 2014, and the world is still kinda messy (as if that ever changes). Out of nowhere, Subrockers drop Telephone, a rock album soaked in raw energy, dripping with punk grit, and polished just enough to not lose its edge. It’s like they took all the chaotic vibes from both sides of the Atlantic—Netherlands, USA, Europe—and smashed them into something you can’t ignore. Labels like Rebellion Records and Pirates Press Records? Yeah, those cats know their stuff. And Kim Rense on artwork? She nailed it—edgy but still fun.
Now, let me hit you with why this album sticks. First up, “Telephone.” Man, this track slaps. Like, hard. It’s got that driving beat, crunchy guitars, and vocals that feel like someone shouting across a crowded bar during happy hour. There’s no overthinking here—it’s straight-up catchy chaos. The chorus lodges itself in your brain faster than an earworm at a summer festival. You’ll find yourself humming it while stuck in traffic or pretending you’re living in some gritty ‘80s movie montage. Honestly, it’s impossible not to love.
Then there’s “Rock That City,” which flips the vibe a little. It’s more anthemic, almost like Subrockers are daring you to grab your crew and take over the nearest dive bar. This one feels bigger, louder, and way too confident for its own good—but hey, isn’t that what punk’s about? The lyrics have this rebellious swagger that makes you wanna punch the air and scream along even though you probably don’t know half the words. It’s messy, unapologetic, and totally unforgettable.
What I dig most about Telephone is how it doesn’t try too hard to be cool. It wears its influences proudly—Oi! meets punk rock with zero chill—and delivers exactly what fans of the genre crave: sweaty mosh pits, sing-along moments, and music that feels alive. No fancy gimmicks, no glossy production tricks. Just pure, unfiltered attitude.
But here’s the kicker—the thing nobody talks about. Listening to Telephone feels like finding an old mixtape in your buddy’s glove compartment. It’s nostalgic but also fresh, like rediscovering something you never knew you missed. And maybe that’s the magic of Subrockers—they remind us that sometimes, simplicity beats complexity every damn time.
So yeah, give Telephone a spin. Crank it loud, embrace the imperfections, and let it mess up your playlist for a bit. Because life’s short, man. Why waste time listening to boring crap when you could be rocking out instead?
