Being in a band is supposed to be fun, right? Let's face it...in a world of seemingly infinite bands beating every niche to death through the blunt force of perceived genre orthodoxy it's cool when a band throws away the playbook and just fucking rocks. Enter Manchester's Bruise Control. They ain't reinventing the wheel or implying that's what a band should be doing. They're just choppin' it up and having a damn good time doin' it. Or who knows? Maybe they're all a bunch of insufferable fucks that hate everyone and everything (including this review!). If that's the case I'd advise them all to drink a tall glass of shut-the-fuck-up and step off my dick while I'm doing you a solid, ya whiny twats. Either way I like the music. Get it here.
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