There are certain bands I love because their music resonates with my emotions—The Gin Blossoms or Counting Crows, for example. Others, like Billy Bragg, appeal to me for their political alignment, and some, like Sleaford Mods, captivate with sheer energy.
Then there’s another set: the angry, new breed of punk. I recently attended a Bob Vylan show, an experience I found phenomenal despite our differing experiences. Add Riskee And The Ridicule to that list.
I’ve reviewed a couple of their releases. The last one, “Too Young To Be Blue,” was a vicious condemnation of the Tory government, concluding with my desire for the band to claim squatters’ rights inside Downing Street once Tubby is ousted.
However, I hadn’t considered the ability of Tory scum to worsen things. In 2023, RATR is back with “Platinum Statue,” a relentless dive into the gritty reality of our times. No intros here—straight into “God Tier” and a world where authenticity reigns. No time to fuck around. I can smell fakes, and it’s a good job there’s nothing fake here. “Where is your anger? Where is your rage?” they ask. It’s here.
“How I Feel” hits hard with tragic honesty and clever humour, leaving no room for pretence. “My Name” takes a shot at the music industry—a no-holds-barred approach declaring they’re not here to make friends. “25 Doors” fiercely attacks materialism, while “Pop Punk” proudly flaunts Essex style with an unapologetic edge.
“Your Way” demands integrity, calling out arseholes with lines like “you’re a lie like Nigel’s bus.” “Obsession” serves as a ballad, evoking pity with raw emotion. “Dead Soon” maintains a cheerfully defiant tone, and “Giving Up” begins with a questioning tone that swiftly transforms into a powerful assertion.
“Dead Weight” showcases a band with dreams, offering an expansive sound hinting at even more to come. Riskee And The Ridicule deliver an unfiltered and impactful experience, where anger, rage, and a refusal to conform create a visceral musical journey. This album is a middle finger to the status quo, promising a future where the band’s influence will only grow.
It’s visceral, brilliant, and sometimes baffling. If the last one was a laser-guided attack on the right, this one is even more fueled with rage.
One statue you probably don’t want to throw into a shit-filled river near you.
Rating: 9/10
