Throw up the horns, brother! Big rock is saved! Temporarily!
Bring back pub rock! Not as in a load of Dad’s struggling to form anything resembling a groove as they try to portray their love of Eagles, but pubs showcasing homegrown bloody talent, brother!
I’ve been reading the work of famed dead rock critic Lester Bangs recently, and come to the conclusion that for my writing to reach something beyond, I need excessive personal anecdotes that only partially relate to the feeling the new Cop Graveyard EP fills me with.
If we just chilled out for a minute we could spend more time exploring space and its infinite possibilities, instead of tearing each other down in a torrent of reaction. At least, that’s the vibe M8s Records are going for with ‘WW3D’.
With a debut track this ferocious, it won’t be long before Girls In Synthesis are capable of levelling buildings.
It’s hard to be a punk band in Britain. Not in terms of breaking out, but in terms of saying what hasn’t already been said.
Only 90’s kids remember the last tides of Thatcherism razing the country to the ground, and the nervous cultural climate that gave way to Size Zero and the corporatisation of club culture, but at least there were banging rock tunes.
Two years ago, with just two tracks online, Get Inuit were part of a bill showcasing Kent talent, playing to just over a dozen people in a pub in Maidstone. Now the Sittingbourne lads are Radio 1 regulars, and this show is sold out.