Turnstile’s new record Never Enough is exactly what its name implies: a chaotic, heart-thumping, sweat-dripping sprint that somehow leaves you both satisfied and starving for more. It’s a 29-minute genre gymnastic routine that makes you want to crowd surf through a wormhole.
The album kicks off with the blistering self-titled opener that begins synthy and jumps into a more punk burner. A pop punk bar brawl and then made up over smoothies. With all the production tricks, it doesn’t hit quite as hard as their live show. Right after, “SOLE” barrels in with a heavy groove that feels like you’re moshing underwater.
Turnstile’s not-so-secret weapon is their total refusal to be one thing. “DULL” clocks in under 2 minutes seconds but manages to pack in more hooks than most indie bands muster in a full LP. Then we have a 6:44 minute « LOOK OUT FOR ME. » Brendan Yates sounds like he’s shouting down a thunderstorm while the band lays down riffs that ricochet like pinballs. It’s manic.
Never Enough isn’t here to reinvent Turnstile. It’s here to remind you that punk can be joyful, weird, tender, and still absolutely rip your face off. It’s not quite pop punk. Not quite pop. Not quite reality. And honestly? That’s more than enough.
