“So now we got the gist and the feel of the grit and the grind and the squalor’s demeanour, go devour it and soak up the heat. It’s worth pushing the red on the temp…”
“The C33s bury home truths and gristle in rattlesnake sun-blasted fuzz. ‘Benzodiac’ churns with a groove and kick from the moment it chimes through your tweeters…”
“‘Hey Hey’ is hard driven blast of a track that leaks filth out of all of its pours. It’s greasy, psychotic-reaction rock n’ roll that belongs in all eras and ears..”
We’re in the church of repetition where the spray paint on the alter says ‘one good riff is good enough so don’t waste it’.
“If 60’s dirt freakouts and 70’s dum-punk mixed with pure noise might give you a kick, then come in and I think we might click…”
You want songs that go bump in the aurals? 60s creep freakouts and fuzzbelly nuggets? Well this is the playlist for you.
“It’s conviction that saves this, again and again, through the only-just-slightly too over-touched sheen of its 80s hair-glam rawk production…”
“Arterial crushing and bubblegum throb. Babydoll fibres and kinderwhore punk. The tenderised splendour of gristle and sinew… It leaks like a slick oil from sweat-sullied pores”