Among the misfits littering Glasgow label Clan Destine’s catalog, Final
Cop fits right in. The German Army side project makes negative music that
sounds like the visible representation of the j-card cover’s gun- and
knife-wielding everypunk: blackened, false-color rhythmic lurches toward an
insignificant target that you gave everything to try to take down. Misplaced
anger begets misplaced chaos. You haven’t really
thought this through.
A Structure of Violence is
here to help you get back on track, to center you on a path toward productive
disruption. It’s like harsh industrial manifesto that gets in between your ears
and agitates you until you feel like you’ve been shaken by factory-grade
canning machine or something. Then it fills you with dread – dread for the
future, dread for yourself, dread for your soul. Blistered in infernal forges,
the death-electro tracks on A Structure
of Violence are coated in crust and seared to indigestible ash. It’s an
appropriate sound for an appropriate motivation.
But that’s just it – the fruits of violence are like crust and ash
filling your mouth till you choke on that anger and that desperation. Is
whatever’s left worth fighting for?
Let’s put down the gun and the sword and figure out a real way to make a difference. That
still doesn’t mean you can’t rile yourself up from time to time with a little
bit of Final Cop action.
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