Relentless, clattering garage rock, packed with scuzz and seared guitars and blownout shouting, band falling down the stairs forever. Glammy swagger and sha-la-la's give the briefest breaks from your inevitable moshing/dancing/thrashing.
Good fun, in other words, but probably more fun live - you can almost hear the club's soundsystem straining, those tinfoil guitars played harder and harder till they slice the little arms to ribbons 4/5
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