If you haven't heard this one it might surprise you - I was expecting something much more straightforward, some real eh oh let's go kinda punk, real straightforward, real safe.
What I found was was a lot nastier, jagged with rough edges, whiplash start-stops, stuttered little "IDontGiveAFucks", Blondie somewhere past Hanging on the Telephone. Chrissie Hynde sounds like a chick who'd fuck you or cut you or both in either order, her vice silky and knotted, while the guitars slash and circle like sharks.
It's a genuinely exciting album, don't know how I missed it up till now 4.5/5
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