Hedonistic voodoo rockers carving out pornographic ballets of danger, glamour and grace....
'Enemy Hogs' is a blur of treated vocals, heart-attack drums, ringing feedback and jerking, clattering keyboards, but deep inside this chaos lies the most licentious, thrillingly revolutionary blast of rock'n'roll to come our way all year. It's also a sexier brand of r'n'r rebellion than we've recently enjoyed, a strain of sexmuzik which picks up where glam-punks like Girls Against Boys and Brainiac left off (on the jarring 'Quest For Two', singer Papa Crazy sounds exactly like that band's late, lamented frontman, Timmy Taylor).
It's the white-heat soundtrack to perverse pleasures, a seething, skeletal mess drawing upon its own skewed logic to flesh out a skinny-hipped, acid-fried boogie with baaaaaad things on its mind. This is a band who will hire the Grace Church Boys' Choir to sing lusty anthem 'Turn It: Up (Loud)', who close their LP with a Stones-y dirge eked out of whipcracks and a chant of, "A wicked servant is a wicked man".
Sick fucks indeed. We need their twisted, dirty likes so bad we're willing to beg. On our hands and knees.
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