Black Lips

It might be May already, but belting singles continue to ooze from the gold-toothed garage-skunks’ debut LP ‘Good Bad, Not Evil’ like waste from a cracked septic tank. For a hoodlum bunch who take their commitment to sounding crass so seriously, it’s good to know that they can also expertly stick their tongue in their cheek. The jaunty, self-parodying side of gutter-rock, ‘Bad Kids’ most resembles The Everly Brothers if they lived in a caravan park in West Sussex. Conversely, it’s also like an adult Eric Cartman going “Na-na-na-na-na” to the world and point-blank refusing to extinguish that cigarette no matter what you say.

Gavin Haynes