Rollerskating, rock music and copious quantities of alcohol sound like the sort of hedonistic cocktail that’s guaranteed to produce ill effects. Broken bones, for instance. And with notorious Atlanta riot-rockers…

Black Lips are Johnny Cash for the noughties, in that they perfectly define what it is to be a cold-hearted son of a bitch, and ‘Bad Kids’ is their anthem.…

Jesus Christ – this really is brilliant. Riding a fantastically shambolic break that is equal parts trip-hop and ‘Bone Machine’-era Tom Waits while boasting a louche vocal so full of…

Like the long lost stinking tramp brother of ‘Seven Nation Army’ turning up at Jack White’s house begging to spend a few days on the sofa only to soil the…

Black Lips

Wash away your morality in a tidal wave of bubbling sick and sodden your synapses with a keg of triple malt – Black Lips have arrived. Screw all that clever…