Part MC5, part Iggy & the Stooges, part Hawkwind; The Sleepers didn’t have the three chord buzzsaw guitar of Ramones, but they were punks per Lester Bangs.
Thirteen years ago, The Pastels ambled out of Glasgow with a charmingly awkward pop shimmy and some of the most out-of-tune vox to grace vinyl. They’re back.
Before the New York hardcore sound came to be regarded as a permanent piss stain on popular culture, The Mob were among the loudest and fastest of the crew.
A mixture of Kiss, Ru Paul, and Pansy Division. A bunch of guys in drag playing, you know, rock, with obscene lyrics about felching, fist-fucking, and anal sex.