The ex-Smith proves his greatness on a spiky live album
Seems Texas’ finest new trio are still a long way from flopping into their post-Glasto beds. Audio, Brighton (June 30)
By the time ‘Don’t Look That Way At It’ hits, things have descended into a ricocheting canyon of cowbells, panting and knuckle-fraying guitar riffs, stopping and starting like an unhinged bumper-car. Debut single and storming summit ‘Let’s Talk About It’ pouts like The Stooges applying lip gloss to The Hives, and any lingering suspicions the threesome are simply Detroit garage-rock revivalists coat-tailing a trend that died years ago are soon scorched (although Jason Petralli’s yelps do – we imagine – sound much like those Jason Stollsteimer of The Von Bondies emitted when Jack White clobbered him). Indeed, where there are pearly pop songs there’s also a fair amount of gristle; mid-set fuzz-anthem ‘Paint Silver Gold’ is a completely undanceable, impossible-to-keep-up-with muddle of caustic chaos that’s totally captivating.
It’s no wonder that by closer ‘Darksided Computer Mouth’ everyone – band, crowd and even the soundman – looks exhausted. They trudge offstage only to be hauled back for an encore, for which they play ‘Mess Your Hair Up’ again, because they’ve still only got a half-hour album under their belts. On an evening where most of the country is flopping back on their sofa after the longest weekend of the summer, the only thing dirtier than the sweaty herds leaving Pilton tonight are White Denim’s riffs. And on this evidence, they’re only getting dirtier.
10 Tracks You Need To Hear This Week (9/10/2015)
Detroit punks hone their ample strengths on a third album that's pure rock 'n' roll
They’re still sombre, but the Manchester pop duo flirt with optimism on a fist-pumping third album
The Coventry trio's fourth album is sometimes ham-fisted, but always heartfelt