‘Tis always nice, and surely always will be, to have your presumptions
pickled and pounced on like particularly famished piranhas. So it was that
Stu’s were left pretty bruised after passing Deadline off as boozy
hooligan bozo-core along the lines of The Business, with a pin-up singer
for the punk-monkey meathead crew to affectionately throw cans of
cum-encrusted Special Brew at. Maybe I should trust my mate Mozz more but
this sure put the boot in...and a boot as pleasurable as my new python
trimmed beauties indeed. (Well, almost). For Deadline straddle the vital
signs of indie whimperers Echobelly and Lush with the nursery-rhymey ‘Come
Out To Play’ but back it up with the brute force of serial tune-bruisers
sent on pop-punk bubblegum courses as part of their community service.
Nods and lungfuls of gob hurtle in the direction of X-Ray Spex (‘The World
Keeps Turning’), the old school Rock’n’Roll classico cappuccino froth of
The Boys (‘Out Of Luck’), Blondie (‘Serious’) and The Go-Go’s (‘Wave You
Goodbye’) but more and more and moreso it’s as if Kim Wilde’s first album
has been updated for both old-school punks as well as their ska-punk
saturated offspring, the pop polish stamped on like a dotted fag butt in a
pit. Sure, it’s never gonna be as iconic as ‘Kids In America’ in the big
wide world but it has an inherent tunefulness behind the speed-pop punkin’
to at least lend it individuality in the cramped underground street punk
straightjacket. _______________________________________________________
‘Tis always nice, and surely always will be, to have your presumptions
pickled and pounced on like particularly famished piranhas. So it was that
Stu’s were left pretty bruised after passing Deadline off as boozy
hooligan bozo-core along the lines of The Business, with a pin-up singer
for the punk-monkey meathead crew to affectionately throw cans of
cum-encrusted Special Brew at. Maybe I should trust my mate Mozz more but
this sure put the boot in...and a boot as pleasurable as my new python
trimmed beauties indeed. (Well, almost). For Deadline straddle the vital
signs of indie whimperers Echobelly and Lush with the nursery-rhymey ‘Come
Out To Play’ but back it up with the brute force of serial tune-bruisers
sent on pop-punk bubblegum courses as part of their community service.
Nods and lungfuls of gob hurtle in the direction of X-Ray Spex (‘The World
Keeps Turning’), the old school Rock’n’Roll classico cappuccino froth of
The Boys (‘Out Of Luck’), Blondie (‘Serious’) and The Go-Go’s (‘Wave You
Goodbye’) but more and more and moreso it’s as if Kim Wilde’s first album
has been updated for both old-school punks as well as their ska-punk
saturated offspring, the pop polish stamped on like a dotted fag butt in a
pit. Sure, it’s never gonna be as iconic as ‘Kids In America’ in the big
wide world but it has an inherent tunefulness behind the speed-pop punkin’
to at least lend it individuality in the cramped underground street punk
straightjacket.