loading . . . Backengrillen â Backengrillen Review As this new year has gotten off to a right proper, lunacy-fueled start, I scoured the sump pit in search of something to pen my first review of 2026 on. As I poked through the pickens, slim as they were, I spied one of my favorite tags: âSteel says review,â sitting unclaimed. Self-described as âfree form death-jazz,â UmeĂ„, Swedenâs Backengrillen play music that is a paean to chaos and destruction. The basic idea is to take a death/doom metal, or noiserock riff and play it until it loses meaning and then break it apart like a ravenous cat would a tiny forest mouse. Okay, I thought, Iâll bite. Formed primarily from the ashes of the now twice-dead Swedish post-hardcore legends Refused, vocalist Dennis LyxzĂ©n, bassist Magnus Flagge, and drummer David Sandström have partnered with composer and saxophonist Mats Gustafsson to release Backengrillen, their eponymous debut album on Svart Records. Backengrillen cull inspiration from The Cramps and Little Richard to Entombed, Misfits, and Can. With such an eclectic cadre of performers to draw muse from, I was thoroughly intrigued to dive into Backengrillen and discover what I had gotten myself into.
Experimentally chaotic yet at times catchy and compelling, Backengrillen reaps seeds first sown on Refusedâs initial 1998 swan song, The Shape of Punk to Come. Where TSoPtC only dabbled outside traditional punk and hardcore tropes, though, Backengrillen embeds those fringe elements of ambiance, electronics, and jazzy instrumentation as the spine of its soundscape, with Gustafsson carrying most of the weird load. His role as frenetic flautist, huffing, puffing, and grunting violently over his fluteâs embouchure like some deranged Ian Anderson (âDör för lĂ„ngsamtâ), and psychotic saxophonist, skronking, squawking, and swooning (âBackengrillenâ), counterbalances Backengrillenâs more alt-punk style, homogenizing the whole into something akin to Morphine on meth.
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Written during Backengrillenâs first rehearsal, performed live the next day, then recorded the day after that, Backengrillen is a gutsy shot in the dark. As off-the-cuff as it is, there are moments on Backengrillen that came off way more methodical than the nature of their origin would suggest. Launching from a simple, keyed melody, âA Hate Inferiorâ builds slowly as layers of drums, bass, and smarmy sax eventually coalesce into a scorched-earth sludge bomb that hits around the three-minute mark, and is topped off by LyxzĂ©nâs nuclear scream, whose vocals sound like a mix of Zach de la Rocha and Jello Biafra. From that point on, the track had me rocking a slow and steady stank-faced head bob. Then thereâs, at least for me, the humorously titled âRepeater II,â which is the shortest and most traditionally structured of the bunchâclocking in at a brisk six minutes forty-three seconds. A rompy, punk-fueled ditty that sounds like a mix of The Cramps, Dead Kennedys, and Nirvana, with a bit of sax thrown in for good measure, and LyxzĂ©n, at his most Biafra-like, shouting the infectious chorus, âHey, repeat it, repeat it again,â over and over.
Whipped up quicker than a batch of Momâs Rice Krispies treats, Backengrillen suffers most from impoverished improvisation. Despite the churlish charm present on the tracks mentioned above, the rest of this five-song, fifty-three-minute monster isnât nearly as engaging or easy to listen to. âDör för lĂ„ngsamt,â for example, is just over thirteen minutes of Gustaffsonâs squawky, dying-animal sax playing entwined with a bevy of LyxzĂ©nâs screeches, screams, grunts, and queasy, drunken-sounding chorus lines layered over a plodding, tribal bass and drum beat. âBackengrillenâ fares no better, eleven minutes of sluggish drum and bass holding up Gustaffsonâs breathy, trilly flute and barely tuned saxophone alongside another LyxzĂ©n performance made up of pitchy, swaying chants and lots of grunting screams. And on every play through, by the time âSocialism or Barbarismâ rolled around, I was checked out and ready to move on. This made slogging through the tracksâ first three minutes of electronic noise that much harder to digest, let alone the remaining 7.5 minutes.
Had this been recorded as one continuous, fully improvised live set in some VĂ€sterbotten County dive-bar, complete with sparse crowd reactions, by four musicians whoâd never played one note together, it might have hit different.1 As it stands, my greatest takeaway from this experience was discovering Refused, which I actually had a lot of fun listening to during my prep. And for those wondering, why no puns, here you go. Ultimately, there isnât enough meat grillen here to get me to come Backen.
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Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: January 23, 2026
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