Album review: Violent Soho – ‘Violent Soho’ (Ecstatic Peach/Universal)


Un-original Australian grunge: as tiresome as it sounds

Abandon hope all ye who enter here: if moaning Brisbane grunge wankers [a]Violent Soho[/a] had existed back in ’91 they’d still be written off as unoriginal. Today, the charmless drone of ‘[b]My Generation[/b]’ and ‘[b]Muscle Generation[/b]’ is unforgiveable, as the parade of clichés (whinging lyrics, quiet/loud guitars, bum-tighteningly obvious riffs) conjures images of a band locked in a [b]Silverchair[/b] B-side for all eternity, unable to do owt else except repeatedly puke bad poetry over themselves. Having said that, they have achieved something – as an album this is abject but as an affront to God it’s nigh-on perfect.

[b]Rob Parker[/b]