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BLOOD COOKIE @ CRUMBLING HEIGHTS 11/22/25

Blood Cookie follows all of the rules of hardcore music, but you might not think of them as a hardcore band. Let’s look at the facts! 1) They have a scary name that leaves you with a visceral unnerving feeling in your gut. 2) Their songs are fast, loud, and short… 3) AND! their songs deal with modern day alienation and pent up frustrations, that is delivered with a slightly sardonic tone one can easily relate to. But after all of that hits you square in the earhole, you realize there is something else going on here. Something more elevated and free of hardcore’s limited expectations. Something strangely mystical, wrapped up in a dizzying presentation of guitar noise and pulsating and pounding drums. In short, Blood Cookie doesn’t obey the rules of hardcore music, in as much as they use those rules to strengthen their material. Even shorter... Damn! These fast, loud, and short songs are mighty catchy! Starting off the set with Jordan on lead vocals and guitar, she plays and sings with a gentle approach that defies loud punk lead singer logic. With her sparkly purple flake guitar and well worn pedals, she conjures an extra dose of fuzz to meld with her voice. Bringing melodic power that surpasses the high volume. Tom took over the second half of the set (shifting Jordan to the bass) with a different approach to songwriting and leading a rock band. Shouting, complaining, instigating in a bratty tone, but not in a self serving kind of way. He rocks a Fender Strat that bounces, pops and speed-drill riffs on command. Ditching the fuzz for a no-pedal, clean-and-loud sound, the hardcore roots become more apparent. Tom really knows how to do more with less with his instrument. Bending chords freely and jamming single note solos with artful precision, stabbing us loudly with his guitar. And there’s Paul on drums, deftly shifting rhythms creatively from moment to moment. Pounding tribal punk, keeping the songs legit. When all was said and done I couldn’t help feel a little nostalgia for the time when loud, fast and short songs was the only way to go. There's something to be said about stopping when you have nothing else to say.