Kettle Of Fish by Unstoppable Achievers: A Raw, Gritty Punch to the Ears
Let’s cut the crap—this album isn’t for everyone. If you’re into polished pop or cookie-cutter rock, Kettle Of Fish will slap you out of your comfort zone. Released in 2012 by UK-based Unstoppable Achievers (self-released under their own label), this thing is a chaotic mashup of Lo-Fi grit, Psychedelic Rock weirdness, and Punk attitude. It’s messy, it’s loud, and damn, does it stick with you.
Matthew James Saw—the mastermind behind the madness—handles everything from bass to vocals, songwriting to guitar riffs. And yeah, he wears all those hats like a dude who doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks. That DIY vibe? You can feel it bleeding through every track.
Now let’s talk tracks. First up: “Fossilla.” Holy hell, this one hits hard. The opening riff sounds like someone dropped acid while tuning a broken guitar—and I mean that as a compliment. Saw’s vocals are raw, almost snarling, like he recorded them after chugging five energy drinks and yelling at his landlord. There’s no pretense here; just pure, unfiltered emotion. What makes “Fossilla” unforgettable is how it flips between lo-fi chaos and moments of eerie calm. It feels like being trapped in a fever dream where the walls are closing in but somehow, you don’t want to leave.
Then there’s the title track, “Kettle Of Fish.” This one’s got hooks sharp enough to gut a shark. The chorus slams into your skull like a sledgehammer, and once it’s there, good luck getting it out. The lyrics are cryptic as hell—something about boiling water and existential dread? Who knows, but it works. The production is intentionally rough around the edges, giving the whole thing an underground rebel vibe. Listening to it feels like sneaking into a secret gig in some sweaty basement where the cops might show up any second.
What sticks with me most about Kettle Of Fish is its refusal to play nice. It’s not trying to win awards or climb charts—it’s doing its own freaky thing, consequences be damned. In a world full of overproduced nonsense, that kind of authenticity is rare.
So here’s the kicker: if you hate it, great. If you love it, even better. Either way, Kettle Of Fish forces you to react, which is more than most albums these days can say. Just don’t expect perfection—this record’s charm lies in its flaws. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Final thought: Matthew James Saw should probably stop wearing so many hats before he gets a headache—or maybe he already has one. Whatever the case, Kettle Of Fish proves that sometimes, chaos is exactly what music needs.
