“Yes there’s a million angry DIY bands, and punk acts arrive ten a penny. But Permo are strangely, satisfyingly addictive with a distinctly gutter-bound glamour…”
“It’s virile, contagious, it’s urgent and lean, but above all it’s just so damn cool. Add to all this a sharp clawed attack on intolerance and we have a fight music brawler…”
“Industrialised sexualised overtly punk action with slabs of offensive aggression? This is glorious, gratuitous bad taste and pleasure with an exquisite crass guaranteed…”
“With a gratuitously wiry dirt-driven grind of petulant punk and hot grit, ‘Going To the Races (Dressed Like A Racist)’ is a bludgeoning blast of mean squealing…”
With a single that’s let loose today, with shoegaze 90s jangle and a femme Britpop prowess that runs between Sleeper and Lush, it’s my chance to catch up and dig deep…
“Thin scrawling riffs on repeat. Guitar sounds as wiry as bedsit coathangers, a bass line that grinds out its chug-heavy gutturals… it’s sporadic and crass and as ugly and lean as any mid to late 80’s Bad Seeds.”
“It’s a dormant pop gem with a bubblegum agro and it’s blissfully short, sharp and raucous.”
The best of submissions, reviewed tracks, the almost-reviewed… and a fistfull of this month’s best music!
“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.”
Richard ‘Kid’ Strange has been busy. The pre-punk provocateur that spawned Doctors Of Madness is restless… and dare I say, even nostalgic.