A home-grown sensibilty allied to a pounding rhythm. Self improvement, did this ourselves we did, no time for shirkers. Look out, it’s that Joep van Lieshout with a can of Co-Op lager (best before when? 1979? or ‘89? you pick…) Basic, welded hooks and riffs and blasting guitars. The sound of a river and a Big city: waves of feedback pounding like the Maas up river towards the docks.

A sound as high as the Erasmus Bridge. This is the stuff, a salty salute, a call to arms? Sod that. Oh go on, if you can be arsed, that is… Ridiculously ambitious, absurdly basic, puckish and brash. It’s not that you haven’t heard this sort of guitar band stuff before,because you have. It’s just that somehow they’ve made something a little different, something of their own, warts and all. A quick gen for lazy ears. And a quick sken for the yawningly boring amongst you. Think: The Teardrop Explodes, Wild Swans, Stone Roses, Bunnymen, Fall, Sea Power, Syd’s Floyd, early Primal Scream, The Loft, The Sound, Mekanik Kommando (chinstroker points there)… all that Jazz…

Photo: Shalita Dietrich

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