The Hamiltons are not your everyday ordinary punk band. Since the very first note, or maybe just the presence of them is enough to bring a disturbance in the force, and their live performance, is simply, wow. “Comin’ Up” blows up in your ears like a bomb. It’s unapologetic, hysterical, punchy, and bloody. Everything that you want to experience from a punk band is right there, but there’s something more to the track “Comin’ Up,” with a primal, almost disobedient licks and vocal catharsis, the track sets at the intersection of blues and post punk.

Fierce and straight from the bones. The lead singer gives it all on stage. He channels a primal scream, a call that is both hauntingly captivating and hypnotic. His gritty, rough-edged voice feels like holding a beating heart up to your nose so you could watch it beating and breathing. There’s a vulnerability in their music, but it’s a strength in here, a relatability.

From every ground-shaking hit on all instruments to the ghostly hollow improvs on the guitar, The Hamiltons know you better than yourself and they prove it in their music. The Hamiltons have the natural gift to fill up whatever the space/platform/venue with their fiercely full sound, splashing chemistry and eclectic performance.

It’s the kind of music that just occupies your entire being and absorbs you until there’s no you standing there alone, and instead, you have become a part of the community that is built upon their music and sound. It’s almost cult-like and addictive, but in a very good way. They are a devoted band, no doubt. Just hear the records.