No Cash - "Run Your Pockets"
VMS Records

***Attention - the following review was written under the influence of most of a bottle of cheap red wine. The author takes no responsibility for whatever drunken drivel resulted from said idiotic escapade.***

No Cash is definitely influenced by Choking Victim. Let's get that out of the way at the start. This album sounds almost exactly like them, Leftover Crack, INDK, et al. This is by no means an insult. I love those fucking bands.

However, rather than simply sound like the aforementioned bands, No Cash goes an extra step, and takes their bleak visions and lyrics, and removes all sense of humor. Run Your Pockets is a depressing fucking album. In the seven or eight times I've listened to it thus far, I've either ended up drinking or sitting on my couch in the dark, chain smoking cigarettes.

However, this means the band is getting their point across. The songs do not deal with happy topics. The album's second track, "Life Sucks," has a chorus of "I hate my life" repeated to such an extent that I felt like slitting my wrists after the first listen. Run Your Pockets is a dive deep into the world of squats, crust-punk, and hatred towards your state of existance. Bankers, government officials, cops and all authority figures bear the wrath of No Cash in the course of twelve tracks.

Frankly, I think that by creating such a negative worldview, No Cash sticks to their guns. The only relief comes in the form of Goonies quotes at the start of "A Better Tomorrow", but the song then goes into lyrics such as "it's been a while since I cracked a smile", thus taking away the positivity.

The gist of this album is that you best have your 40 ounce ready, along with a brick to throw, because life isn't getting any better. In fact, it's only getting worse. The best way to survive, the only way to survive, is through alcohol and violence. And I can go along with that.