“With a keen eye for harsh words and wiry thin riffs, an ‘I’m doing my thing so screw you’ attitude… Madame So’s brand of force is infectious.”
London
Citing Pixies as a reference is dangerous. Yes we recall their scratchy prowess over throwaway stripped surf and […]
“These are intimate songs of depression. Violent introspections, self-examinations, self-worth imposed and assumed…”
A gutterslung duo of smoke-smothered sand-blasted southern-stomp rock. A raw dirtbomb squalor of holler and grind. Gnawed gurning riffs, hymn crushing hooks, and a mean blast of bloody punch drums.
“Here, for a moment, for the length of an album, the rule of imagination is king and anything might just be possible. Beauty and brutal included.”
“40 years worth of love and half blind adoration has gathered us here to sing to hymns from ‘The Crack’; The Ruts ’79 debut album. Thick with punk’s grit and gristle and dub-reggae tricks it’s a head above pure protest thrash.”
