‘Don’t fuck your friends,’ Tim breathily intones on the slinky introduction to Dell Sez, it’s a slimy, grimy, swampy tune that grooves snake-like amongst howling guitars, Greg’s bass bubbling up alongside Matt’s swaggering drum beat. It builds towards a sneaky fake out pause before lurching into a sweaty, shouty climax. It’s a terrifically slanted, wry and cocksure opener to this EP.
Habit is a ramshackle number, tempos hurriedly moshing against one another in a pleasingly disjointed fashion, like a drunk a few steps behind the rhythm of the evening, and the spluttered and slurred vocals fit so perfectly, occasionally quacked out in frenzied blurts reminiscent of early The Clash.
Closing track Purple Old is a speedball similar to The Bumblebeez at their most punky, Tim and Noel’s guitars racing along like 1950s dragsters. It’s the most straight-forward rocker on this record, and it coasts by on its energy more than its invention, the flipside to the previous tracks as it were. But none the less a strong close to this absolutely corking record.
[Rating:4]
