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“Maybe
things would have worked out a lot better
If you weren’t such a fucking
cunt” – You’re Fucked Again
“Well I’ve
got more money than you’ve got brains
I’m
fucking skint and you’re insane”
– 40 Watt Cunt In A 100 Watt World
 London’s
fastest and most furious foul-mouthed bunch of bastards are the Motorhead
mauling British equivalent of Zeke and so simply skate on scuzz like a set
of truckers that chomp congealed chunks of weeks old speed instead of
Snickers and Yorkie bars. The ensuing eloquent crapulence results in a
virulent viciousness that courses coarsely through these songs. As
well-crafted as should be by people who’ve been in the game as long as
they have (singer Biff being from The Varukers) this just serves to give
them even greater power, shaking off the stains of Creaming Jesus crusty
squatpunk in the process on the title track which hilariously offers to
take God down the boozer to get his head kicked in for being a ‘stupid
holy cunt’ and proffering his cock priest-ward with the invitation of ‘You
drank the blood of Christ now choke on something new’. Such straight
talking, bicep bristling, bullshit baiting brawn extends to a call to kill
paedophiles (‘Animal’) and generally dealing with cunts, fucking cunts,
stupid cunts, fighting (with cunts, no doubt) and hanging out drinking and
snorting with your mates (‘Career Option’) who, it goes without saying,
are probably cunts too, just lovely ones, while the tongue-in-cheek ‘Girls
On Top’ shows their status proudly as new men (erm, insert gag here, as it
were…). Nasty, though like Captain Caveman with a vitamin C deficiency a
lot of frenzied fun this raucously rocks, rucks and rolls with a
rim-shattering intensity managed only by a few. Which may make them the
curry kings of Scum-Punk. __________________________________________________
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