CRACKS – Young Belgian Punk Gunslingers Shoot From The Hip
23 May 2025
Lately Belgian groups form, show up and nail it faster than you can say
“Trump is an idiot.” Small country, big bands. I experienced the irrefutable
fact that razor blade punk ‘n’ roll belongs to young, hungry and thirsting
gunslingers again, not to money-greedy institutions such as Green Day,
Metallica, AC/DC and those Guns ‘n Roses poseurs.
Mind you, these businessmen fabricated some great stuff along their careers,
but their original, genuine frame of mind and middle finger gusto of yesteryear
is long gone. They all became/are capitalist dinosaurs.
Make way, oldtimers, for CRACKS. Five young, hungry gunslingers. Last Thursday
they landed in my hometown of Ghent, to turn sweaty club Kinky Star upside down.
From the first chord, the first drum hit and the first primal scream on, my trained
ears knew some roasting racket was about to fill the place. And that’s exactly what happened.
Picture this. A spit and sneer frontman with black sunglasses on (I dig the witty
arrogance) backed by a riff-roasting artillery. No breaks, no brakes. The Stooges‘ motto search and destroy was omnipresent, very loud and very clear. Uppercut after uppercut after uppercut.
These motherrockers came, saw and blew the roof off. If they were the only band of the red-hot night, they would still be playing this very moment. Their lust for life and insatiable appetite to be your dog is huge. They bite and excite. Don’t miss them. Cracks zijn krakken.
Now, let the music do the talking. Here’s their debut EP Don’t Let This Get
To Your Head. Five Molotov cocktails that will test your stereo’s resilience.