Punk as Fuck is a monthly column in which Associate Editor Collin Brennan discusses issues in punk music and culture. As part of our 2016 Annual Report, this month’s column dives into the 10 best punk songs of 2016.
First, an admission: Compiling a list of the 10 best punk songs of any given year is an absurd challenge, if only because punk’s relatively crude means of production ensures that there’s still so much out there left to be unearthed. Online streaming sites like Soundcloud, Bandcamp, and even YouTube present a steady flow of singles and practice demos from such far-flung locales as Morocco and Northwest Indiana, the sum total of which cannot be calculated nor consumed in the span of 365 days. Choosing to highlight just 10 songs from this vast and largely untapped library also seems a little counterintuitive, as punk rock has always stood apart from the mainstream forces of music that would seek to rank and reward records according to their sales figures, media hype, and other imperfect barometers of quality.
Alas, I can’t help myself. Talking about punk rock in any capacity seems like an important way to recap the dominant trends of 2016, a year dominated by political upheaval, the ongoing perpetuation of systemic injustices, and the promise that the worst is yet to come. These elements have combined to create a sense of anxiety that seems to permeate every aspect of our modern discourse, and anxiety happens to be the fuel that has powered punk rock’s three-chord engine for the last 40-odd years.
Punk and anxiety have always had a symbiotic relationship, the former giving sound and voice to the latter in the form of the Sex Pistols’ calls for anarchy, the Dead Kennedys’ fear of secret police, and any number of other instances over the decades. This year alone brought us examples of anxiety expressed through self-hate and vitriol (PUP), frustration with millennial apathy (SLØTFACE), and outright violence against cops (G.L.O.S.S.). One of the year’s very best records, Jeff Rosenstock’s WORRY., took up anxiety as its central theme.
With that in mind, here are 10 songs that express, in some small but vital way, what the hell was going on in punk in 2016. These are anxious and messy and heartbreaking songs for an anxious and messy and heartbreaking year, a year in which our faith in each other and in our own ability to effect change was tested. None of that goes away when we throw out the old calendar, but at the very least we can take stock and celebrate some of the scene’s successes before sizing up the next fight.
10. Mannequin Pussy – “Emotional High”
Mannequin Pussy’s “Emotional High” gets its footing from a familiar place, kicking off with a pair of seesawing power chords that immediately recalls Jawbreaker’s “Boxcar” or any number of other punk tunes intent on taking the straightest, surest path to pop’s melodic core. The verse, arriving after a succession of heavy snare drum hits, doesn’t change the formula so much as amplify its dissonance, with Marisa Dabice’s not-quite-tuneful yelp transforming the song into either a deranged version of ’80s bubblegum pop or a shamelessly poppy blast of hardcore, depending on your vantage point.
Even more disconcerting are the lyrics, which read like a “Thank You” note typed out late at night, presumably via text or social media. “Whenever you need me, you know that I’d be there,” Dabice shouts. “You’re my best friend!” It’s a fiercely positive sentiment that draws attention to itself in a scene — an entire world, really — that deals too often in irony and pessimism. 2016 wasn’t short on aggression, but “Emotional High” shows that gratitude can have teeth as sharp as rage.
09. Turnstile – “Move Thru Me”
Move Thru Me
Rage Against the Machine’s pseudo-reunion as Prophets of Rage notwithstanding, no band made 2016 feel more like 1996 than Baltimore’s Turnstile. The group’s gleefully groovy Move Thru Me EP contains some of the year’s best (and least fashionable) hardcore riffs, the kind focused more on opening up the pit than on catering to some shithead critic’s notion of what cool means. The EP’s title track encompasses everything that is good and unabashed about American hardcore, the crude simplicity of the chanted three-word chorus (“Move… Thru… Me!”) offset by the freewheeling quality of a verse that spins and lurches with the structured chaos of a tilt-a-whirl. Turnstile recently signed a deal with Roadrunner Records and will be a band to watch in 2017, but here’s hoping they keep one foot planted in the sweaty, humid basements that birthed “Move Thru Me”.
08. Haram – “What Is This Hell?”
What Do You See?
New York City’s Haram chose a tragically fortuitous time to unleash their “What Do You See” 7-inch on the world. The band’s blistering document of Arabic hardcore arrived on September 19th, just two days after a bomb allegedly planted by 28-year-old Ahmad Khan Rahami exploded on West 26th Street in Chelsea, putting their home city on edge. Young Arabic men like Haram frontman Nader Habibi, a Lebanese-American from Yonkers, are no strangers to distrust and suspicion, but songs like B-side closer “What Do You See?” represent a new and forceful way of confronting fear. In a racially charged era where the subtext seems to always be “assimilate or else,” Haram forcefully call attention to their differences with lyrics sung entirely in Arabic and squealing, hypnotizing guitar riffs that blend influences from Japanese and Middle Eastern hardcore. It’s a celebration of difference in one sense, though there’s little joy to be found in Haram’s dystopian vision of the world.
07. Sheer Mag – “Can’t Stop Fighting”
Somewhere along the line, punk forgot how to be shitty. Bear with me, because I’m not talking about a lack of technical prowess. I’m talking about the cool kind of shitty, reflected in an attitude that it’s perfectly fine to wear sunglasses on stage and interrupt every other line in a verse with an extended guitar solo. Philadelphia’s Sheer Mag are gloriously, undeniably shitty, taking their most obvious cues from ’60s proto-punks MC5 and ’70s hard rockers Thin Lizzy. In doing so, they’ve shown that a band can embrace the cheese without compromising an ethos rooted in DIY punk.
This is how a song like “Can’t Stop Fighting”, which stacks up dueling power pop riffs like it’s going out of style, can still sound vital in 2016. Competing with those guitars at the front of the mix, frontwoman Christina Halladay sing-screams about violence against women and how it’s time to strike back. But she squeezes a “baby” into the end of that line, leaving the door open to a party where everyone’s invited so long as they bring a conscience and a pair of dance shoes.