If you still haven’t heard the woolly’n’blustery acid-damaged gospel o’ the blues is the gospel of rock confessions of the mighty Zen Guerrilla, punch yerself.
Vic Godard’s latest solo effort builds on his past in Subway Sect (early UK punk band inspired by the Sex Pistols) and ends up with lounge music, who knew?
Tough guy Nine Pound Hammer redux, y’know, drunken swagger cockpunkrock with spaghetti western soundbites to punctuate Throttlefinger’s self-image as outlaws.
Their shit don’t lack for in-yo-face intensity, tho’ they do lack the ability to write a coupla numbers that don’t sound exactly like the six they just played.
The sophomoric sophomore slab from The Pushers gets suitably dumbass as they vomit up yell and response shout-alongs. Chock fulla brain-impaired observations.
A true retrospective woulda been more fun and historical, mebbe charting the path from Cosley’s departure from Homestead to the tux he wears to the Grammies.
’60s UK pop is a handy reference point, even when the Martinets are not self-consciously aping The Yardbirds or nudging the Troggs perhaps via the Milkshakes.