Thankfully named rather more for Generation X than Skid Row this bunch of Midlands, (UK – they ain’t making Milwaukee salacious, not yet) marauders and mayhem makers might not be old enough to get served in bars (ssshhh) but they sure know how to manhandle the sort of stuff the early Manics thought they were doing under their artifice and arch-intellectualism into a miasma of squelchy street-punk glam pollution with a sufficient lack of manners that’d make Scandinavia scream for invasion with as much savage abandon as these guys display. Vibrantly smudged and violently fresh as Billy Idol pre-LA lard-ass lifestyle with Dead Boys deviancy, a lust for the wah-wah and sluts for the late bar. When little boys play with…The Revolvers? A gleeful manky melee, as ever for UK rockers, I hear Germany Calling.
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- Stu Gibson