Young Heart Attack : Tommy Shots

A sweaty marvel

A seven-inch we’ve plucked at random from the shiny black vinyl mountain of garage-rock records currently splitting the floor timbers at NME HQ.

Good call, though: Texas’ Young Heart Attack kick like a bellyful of buckshot, all amphetamine girl-group harmonies and frenzied Stooges-style amplifier roar. There are, broadly, two pincers to the garage rock new-wave: the clattery 2002-is-Year-Zero types - mostly shit, we note - and then there’s bands that write songs like ‘Tommy Shots’. That is, bands who sound like they’ve been locked in a sweltering cellar filled with fuzz pedals and hair-crimpers, honing their sleazy art ever since Bon Scott choked up his spleen. A sweaty marvel.

Louis Pattison

Share This

More Reviews

Fufanu - 'Few More Days To Go'

**PIC Blur-endorsed Icelandic duo move from techno to post-punk on an itchy claustrophobic debut


Ty Segall - 'Ty Rex'

The Californian garage king's T Rex covers album shows his melodic muscle


Black Mass - Film Review

Johnny Depp plays a monstrous Boston gangster in a disguise so unsettling you’ll struggle to recognise him


Foo Fighters - 'St Cecilia'

An EP dedicated to victims of the Paris attacks shows the Foos are on defiant form

Connect With Us
This Week's Magazine