Burning Bridges – Politics of Dead Friendships

Burning Bridges
Politics of Dead Friendships

This release probably won’t get as much attention as it deserves. I say this because it was released on the coattails of Madball’s latest full-length. As you may or may not know, Madball is the current juggernaut of old-school New York styled hardcore. So needless to say, I’m sure Thorp is quite busy.
Originally a side project of various hardcore bands including Blood Has Been Shed, At War with Shadows, and Lariat, Burning Bridges became a full time project in the winter of 2002 after the break up of Lariat. After a few months of exhausting touring and the release of an eight-song EP on Losing Face Records, the boys got signed to Thorp Records and in a few short months release their debut full-length.
Politics of Dead Friendships is in no way groundbreaking or new. Simple song structures with plenty of mosh parts and gang vocals is the MO here. The vocalist really reminds me of the vocalist from Stretch Armstrong with strong yet melodic yelling. No throaty growls here, just yelling and gang vocals. With lyrics like “Nothing is real / We just fuck the whore / And send it on its way,” there is a little bit more substance to this than most of the quasipoetic emo bullshit floating around these days. Stand-out tracks “Losing Season” and “Never Play Again” show the band at its most energetic. “Never Play Again” has a really nice poppy feel to it, but not in the “pop-punk” sense; just a good melody.
The strength of the band lies in the members’ passion and classic hardcore work ethic. Burning Bridges’ ideals are quite simple: playing as much as possible, connecting with the fans, and having fun. In all honesty, this is what hardcore really should be about; not the hairstyles, not the clothes, but having fun singing along. Hardcore like this has been done and done again. Maybe I’m a sucker, but when this style is done well with raw passion, it is just plain awesome. Emotionally, I get a lot more out of something like this than I do from some chump singing about his girlfriend. Another gem from Thorp.