Beautiful carnage. KCLSU, London (October 27)
Californian Caughthran, as always, is the conductor of the carnage, as he barrels around sporting his perma concussed teddy bear grin – as if he’s been plucked from a Morrisons checkout and thrown into Punk Rock Show Management – and constantly necking Stella. The band themselves, well, they’re a more formidable beast than ever (they’re playing Black Flag in an upcoming biopic of the Germs and there’s a mariachi album called ‘El Bronx’ on its way too). But for the moment they’re strengthening their weaponry, with new slabs ‘Knifeman’ and ‘Past Lives’ slotting perfectly next to the now classic ‘Heart Attack American’ and ‘They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy)’. As ‘History’s Stranglers’ throttles proceedings to a close, and as hundreds of bodies bounce off one another, The Bronx remind us that they are the ultimate party band in these doomed months. Crashing hope in hopeless times. That recession just got bottled.
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