Liarbillys - Vandalheart

  by Cherry Holiday

published: 7 / 9 / 2025

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The Liarbilitys’ ‘Vandalheart’ is both raw and strangely intimate. This hard-hitting, hook-laced, brutally honest sophomore album feels like a record made for both the die-hard punk loyalists and curious newcomers. There are plenty of early UK punk influences running through its veins, the snarling urgency of The Clash, the working class grit of Sham 69, but there are also flashes of bands like Bad Religion or Dropkick Murphys. What keeps it compelling is that The Liarbilitys never sound like a copycat band; their sound is fresh, ragged, urgent, and entirely their own. The album kicks off with ‘There Will Be Blood’, a surge of restless energy that instantly sets the tone. Mez, Rich, Ian, Dom and Dick tear into it like they’re each trying to outpace one another, yet somehow it all locks together. Distorted guitars tangling with frantic drums, basslines anchoring the chaos. It’s a mad collision that shouldn’t work, but does, somehow the thrill of being right on the edge of collapse adds another layer to devour. The dual guitar work is the heartbeat of the record, twisting and grinding around each other like voices rowing in an argument. Sometimes clashing violently, sometimes harmonising in unexpected ways. That push and pull gives ‘Vandalheart’ real depth. Although there is plenty of delicious noise and fury, there are spaces where the songs breathe, and fragility peeks through the cracks. Even in the most chaotic parts, there’s always an undercurrent of reflection, a reminder that the band are bearing more than just their anger. ‘Sick Bed’ stands out as one of the album’s darkest moments, an unnerving stream-of-consciousness descent into illness, trauma, and social commentary. It teeters between personal confession and biting satire, dragging the listener through discomfort without offering any easy release. It’s not an easy listen, but that’s the point—it’s a challenge, a reminder that when punk is really at its best, it forces you to confront what you’d rather look away from. Then there’s the title track, ‘Vandalheart’, the beating centre of the record. It dismantles the monotony of working weeks and wasted weekends, highlighting that music itself is both escape and rebellion. Anyone who’s ever drowned their sorrows on a Saturday night only to drag themselves back into the office on Monday morning will find this extremely relatable. The song captures that double-life, the vandal’s heart hidden beneath a shirt and tie, the fire no one at the office, factory, or wherever you work, suspects you carry. It’s both universal and deeply personal, one of those rare tracks that feels like it was written about you, whoever you are. Elsewhere, the band dig into the scars of youth. ‘Youtha Joyce’ is a raw autobiography, a cry from the school playground that never really leaves you. Lines like “youth was shit” “school was shit,” “teachers were twats, but your hair was great” are blunt enough to sting but delivered with such wit they don’t come close to self-pity. It’s a reminder of how formative those years of alienation and frustration really are, and how they bleed into the turbulence of growing up. ‘Gutta Percha’ strikes a different chord, balancing rebellion with heartbreak. It plays like an anthem for a generation that feels cheated—snatching at fleeting moments of wild abandon and fleeting belonging, aware that they leave marks long after the night is over. The rest of ‘Vandalheart’ swings between explosive ragers and moments of bruised introspection. There are tracks that grab you by the throat and shake, and others that creep in slowly, demanding a second or third listen before they fully unfold. What ties them all together is that same tension between rage and reflection, between the urge to scream and the need to listen. It’s this balance, between joy and depression, chaos and clarity, that makes the album more than just noise. Ultimately, The Liarbilitys have delivered a record that is both forceful and sensitive, visceral yet considered. It’s as unpolished and raw as punk should be, but underneath the snarls and distortion is something startlingly human. In even the loudest moments, an emotional thread runs through, tempering the storm. Vandalheart isn’t just an album—it’s alive. Breathing, bleeding, snarling. A human with bulging eyes and a face twisted into a grin daring you to do something real.

Track Listing:-

1 There Will Be Blood
2 Sickbed
3 Vandalheart
4 Youths Joyce
5 Strangeways
6 Sin'Em All
7 Gutta Percha
8 Battering Wall
9 Daisy Youre Gonna Wind Up Dead
10 I Live On The Strand
11 The Armada

Band Links:-

https://www.facebook.com/theliarbilitys
https://theliarbilitys.bandcamp.com/

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