” The aggression, assertion, the grievance is clear, words are chewed like a Bristol Joe Strummer. Choruses hang like The Jam’s ‘In The City’ while verses hotwire them together….”
punk
“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…”
“In a debut EP that stands eight minutes long, every song cracks its whip at two minutes. That’s enough time to show off the want and the love to pick up on known grind-horror blueprints…”
So many great tracks picked for your listening pleasure, all the highlights of this month’s discoveries…
“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.”
Rats on the Run 