Turnstile Credit: Jimmy Fontaine

It’s been several decades since punk first mutated into hardcore, and many of its young acolytes still prefer to let it fester in the world’s dingiest basements and DIY spaces. But since 2010 Baltimore-area five-piece Turnstile has been streamlining hardcore’s abrasive attack into huge, brightly colored anthems that seem to zoom forward without friction, or much concern for friction in either their music or among ortho punks who easily upset at nontraditional hardcore sounds. They took that mind-set to the next level on their major-label debut, February’s Time & Space, (released on Warner imprint Roadrunner); along with other musical flare it features a warbling, ascending synth line by EDM poster boy Diplo. On the album, Turnstile churn hardcore into adrenalized euphoria, veering from slow, swinging numbers that move with the might and weight of a stampeding elephant to the efficient fast-and-furious tracks you’d expect to find on a home-dubbed demo made by the kind of bands fuming in DIY venues everywhere. Time & Space clocks in at 25 minutes; Turnstile waste no time showing they know how to have fun while figuring out new ways hardcore bands can seriously rip.   v