"Only constant... bangers"—this debut from gel is a relentless, 17-minute blitz that proves these newcomers in the hardcore/punk scene aren’t here to play games. From the very first note, they make it clear: they’ve come to deliver something raw, urgent, and unapologetic. Packed with face-melting riffs, tight-as-hell drumming, gritty, husky vocals, and basslines that groove like a sledgehammer, this album is a sonic punch to the gut.

What stands out about gel is how effortlessly they balance between hardcore and punk, walking that razor-thin line between aggression and energy. The songs are short, fast, and packed with intensity—making it impossible not to hit replay the moment one ends. There’s a visceral quality to each track that grabs you instantly, pulling you into a whirlwind of sound that leaves you wanting more.

Midway through the album, "Calling Card" hits you like a gut punch. Its raw emotion is impossible to ignore—sad, real, and unflinchingly honest. The lyrics cut deep, feeling more like a confession than just a song. In a world where many are searching for connection and a place to belong, gel offers something unique. Their music feels like a rallying cry for outsiders, the misfits, the freaks, and the weirdos—those who have always felt on the fringes. In a time when people are desperately trying to find communities that understand them, gel has carved out a space for those who don't fit into neat boxes. It’s hardcore for the outcasts, and in a scene often defined by conformity, that's exactly what makes gel stand out. This isn't just music—it’s an invitation to join a movement, to embrace your imperfections, and to find power in your individuality.