So welcome to your sonics and sleaze. Dance like your last grind depends on it. This is the Best of ’22.
Trash
“An exquisite blast of late 80s Cramps stomp and Shonen Knife rockabilly all wrapped in a nu-hiphop ‘tude…”
“Sylvain might not have been star of the show, and Thunders is always a hero, but Sylvain was my biggest living connection to the band that kicked me in the ass…”
“It’s a dormant pop gem with a bubblegum agro and it’s blissfully short, sharp and raucous.”
“They teeter on garage, psychobilly, and CBGB’s golden era. They’re a throwback and homage to drive-in monster movies, dimly-lit back-street theatres and the scuzziest Americana…”
“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”
Rats on the Run 