a new album on the red flag label by a noise filled guitar totin’ bunch of gangsters.

giving it the hard assed attitude with their electrofied rock vatican dc sound like a bad tempered cousin of kasabian and campag velocet, and to be honest, i wonder if any of the band have ever heard any earl brutus records.

low slung bass lines, buzzing guitar chords, chant-a-long choruses, and liberal splattering of synths make this album a refreshing blast of football terraced noise to soundtrack your adrenalin-n-amphetamined fuelled saturday night.

so imagine the surprise when a little digging reveals the nugget that the band have within their ranks one of the old menswe@r blokes (fact fans : chris gentry)! still, as several of these unfussy but brilliantly direct songs hit the ears, such associations matter little as the opening 3 songs whip along at a fuzzbox’d to the max furious pace.

things then veer into the more malevolent area with the sinister sounding fountainhead or the public image limited bass rattling groove of bugs (you can actually sing rise along to the opening 45 seconds). though these slower moody songs are mainly kept to a minimum as the bulk of this 12 track album consists of zippy in-yer-face melodies, sharply focussed guitar lines and a slice of good old fashioned punk snarl inflected noise.

 

more detail : here