Stabber - EP II Review

Fear, rejection, heartbreak, loss, betrayal, these are some of the things that have started wars between nations. These are also some of the things that nations have inflicted upon its own people. Causing bodies and souls to tear apart from one another. Leaving only a huck of a person to carry on with daily routines without emotions like joy, excitement or anything that makes life worth living. We have become mechanized drones in a hive, made simply of flesh and gas. Our minds are driven into madness and we begin to drift into an alternate reality. A reality that runs parallel to ours only far more sinister. This is where Oslo's Stabber resides, a reality that gains more and more residents daily. In a world where billion dollar corporations have raped, pillaged, and commandeered every art form, every outlet of human expression, everything we have that reminds us that we actually still have souls. They have left us with their own, pre-approved versions of humanity that we are supposed to consume happily, without question or complaint. This is a society so lazy yet so proud of itself, that it willingly handed over the keys to the kingdom so that artificial brains can now think, feel, create and express for us. All we have left to do is sit back, get cancer, and die a quiet death. Is this the future that we have to look forward to? Is there anything left worth fighting for?  

This is Stabber's second EP, following the band's 5 song, self titled debut in 2025. Stabber play hardcore punk that seems like it would be right at home between my Chain Whip and Imploders records. These Norwegian upstarts have the power of '82 British street punk stitched together with the velocity of early 80's American hardcore. Which basically means these songs provide the prefect battle hymns for throwing a molotov cocktail through a millionaire's scenic picture window as it does skating a vacant pool with your friends. The four songs on this record are short, aggressive, and full of fight. On paper, the band kind seem like they'd have more in common with crust or anarcho bands. The cover and lyrics are a bit sardonic, and violent. After all, the record closes with the band chanting "seems to me, the place to be, is buried in a shallow grave". Dark sentiments that reflect the dark times we're living through. I often hear people say; "where's the great punk rock we're supposed to get when the world turns to shit?" Well here it is, look no further than Stabber to provide the soundtrack to our destruction. 

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Both of Stabber's absolutely raging 7"'s are available on Stab! Records and Kick Rock Records - kickrock.bigcartel.com