Fastmatics just detonated a grenade in the sterile indie landscape with “Broadcast,” a glorious mess of punk chaos. Dropped with “little shame and a lot of attitude,” this track is an adrenaline shot straight to the central nervous system. Forget overproduced polish; Fastmatics trades that nonsense for brute guitar riffs, distorted charm, and ratcheting energy that hits like a stolen motorcycle at full speed.
This isn’t some deep philosophical treatise—it’s a raucous tribute to rock ‘n’ roll’s primal scream, built on a gloriously absurd premise: the tale of the first flying television set. Yeah, you read that right. Metaphor? Mischief? Who gives a shit? Fastmatics doesn’t waste time over-explaining. They kick down the door, throw a TV out the window, and cheer as it sprouts wings and soars. In a world drowning in pretentious analysis, that kind of defiant, whimsical storytelling is a goddamn revolution.
The instrumentation is pure, urgent-classic British punk fury—a runaway train of guitars that snarl and bite, drums that pound your skull, and a bassline that just won’t leave. And those lyrics? They whip past so fast you can barely catch ’em, which is exactly the point. We’re talking three-chord mayhem that’ll leave you gasping for air and grinning like an idiot. These guys couldn’t care less about radio play—they’re too busy flipping off the establishment while somehow making it all feel like one big inside joke.
“Broadcast” is proof that the best punk erupts when artists chase a feeling, not fame. This is DIY in its purest form—rough around the edges, completely wild, and packed with that basement-show energy that makes you remember why you fell in love with rock initially. If you’re into songs that hit like a sledgehammer and don’t bother with pleasantries, this one’s gonna feel like lightning from outer space.
So raise it till your neighbours complain. Let those riffs rip through your living room and just give in to the glorious insanity. Fastmatics has started a riot that clocks in under three minutes. Blast it. Thrash around to it. “Broadcast” it. Make it your new religion. This is punk doing what punk does best: being loud, dumb, and absolutely necessary.