Ok, so this band contains a bunch of whining little man-boys of questionable sexual preference. They've been the butt of jokes, the cause of a scene skirmish or 2, and blasphemous in the name of our F band to follow (not like I'm giving away anything here -- as if there was any doubt). Kids used to cry at their shows. Seriously. Girls would crowd the stage, and the fellas would play sans-shoes. And if that's not enough, on more than one occasion they burned their bridges with Cleveland hardcore*
* The story was that Rob Pennington said that Endpoint would never ever do a reunion. That is, unless One Life Crew was playing. Only then would these boys reunite -- and not to share the stage with the Clevo str-hate edgers -- they would play at a competing show to make sure there would be more tonnage on stage than in the crowd at the OLC show.
So how does Catharsis then outstage the OG purveyors of Vegan Edge or the melodic saviors of a scene? Longevity, purpose, and message. This record is more than significant -- it's urgent, hard, catchy, and sing-along-able. Excuse the horrible guitar tone, and recognize more chug and quick parts (even a wailing solo or 2). Call and response vocals, intense imagery and a pissed off attitude. Forget scene politics: Endpoint introduced the body-politic into the hardcore scene. This was important. This is still an important record.
Bonus points for the photo in the insert of the reissue showcasing Pat McClimons rocking a handmade "Erba Rulz" t-shirt (there's a hooded version visable on a crowd member in the cover shot -- see above). Oh, that and the OG Raw Deal T-shirt Rob Point was wearing at the actual factual reunion (which incidentally had nothing to do with OLC) set at the "last" BTGOG show.
Oh, and don't forget they also made the little record called In a Time of Hate at a small studio called Mars, with a certain crazy man named Bill Korecky. The stories he and Erba tell of Duncan and Rob are "entertaining" (to say the least).
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