Despite the name, Seattle’s Fucked and Bound feels fundamentally untethered. They achieve this air of unhinged freedom mainly by thrashing their way through unassuming, beloved punk venues, writhing across unwashed floors and DIY spaces, hosting their own sort of hardcore communal exorcisms– participation mandatory.
Vocalist Lisa Mungo (Daughters, He Whose Ox Is Gored) is a full frontal, feral assault to those who bear witness to the band. The majority of her time is spent throwing herself into the fray, forcing interaction, wildly occupying a headspace that exposes her natural effervescence and intimacy just as much as the reckless abandon, anger and nihilism that can be found in their lyrics. In a way that not many others can, Mungo fearlessly elicits nearly fanatical enthusiasm, even from those who have never previously heard the band. She can be seen stepping on stage with a dozen red roses to hand out, and five minutes later, tearing off her clothes and screaming viciously into the faces of unsuspecting attendees in the pit. This juxtaposition of tenderness and aggression, romance and filth, is a perfect metaphor for the band’s music as a whole.
All the while, drummer Matt Chandler, bassist Rah Davis (Cattle Decapitation), and guitarist Brian McClelland (He Whose Ox Is Gored) allow Mungo the space to fully transform, howling and rabid, as they tear through their own grimy D-beats and breakneck grindcore riffs in a nuanced way that strays impossibly far from the simplistic, macho meat-headedness that hardcore punk music has often been known for in the past. In fact, their ethos appears firmly rooted in feminism and radical righteousness- unapologetically so. This is particularly evident in the name of the band’s first LP, “Suffrage”, released in 2018 by Atomic Action! Records. This is a band whose existence is essential for these times, encapsulating the frenetic energy, confrontational anger and increasing anxiety that so many are feeling.
Fucked and Bound is an outlet for those who seek solace in the filth and the fire, whose cynicism has grown out of disappointed idealism, who carry a bloody, sharpened ax to grind with the powers that be.