ninehertz

Lindow Moss' last release, Run Free, Run Amok holds pride of place at the front of my cassette collection, primarily for the ridiculous hardcore and black metal homoerotic artwork. I've seen them live since then, furthering my like for this band, and now they are back, rising from the Nottingham sewers to treat us once again.

This is the noise of true blackened punk. You know it seconds into its first offering, Druid Jockey, a wall of fuzz grime behind which guitars scratch and vocals smear, the whole a blur as it screeches by. The whole thing is bouncing off the walls punk with black metal vocals - it's not new but Lindow Moss do this as well as any. It is consistent in style and propulsion and venom throughout, twenty minutes of frenetic fury and fun that still manages to congeal and feel sticky even just listening.

If there's any variance, its in the arguably negligible (arguably made up by me) distinction of whether one track if black metal-glossed punk and another punked up black metal. Its ridiculous to even point this out, but I'll hold on to it. But enough of the cod-reviewer angle finding and just dive in - listen to Sex Orc and get carried away as its slow build cedes way to an explosive outburst, and marvel at the sheer hilarious and stupid fantasy-battle lyrics such as "Like Picasso's minotaur; Drag your knuckles, well that's amore".

As it ends with In The Shadow Of The Guillotine, perhaps the best track here, with a pure and joyous old school hardcore vibe that is electric, you're just glad to be listening, glad they have returned to provide this filth.