Starting with a primal scream worthy of Jon Spencer, the track launches into a stop-start, spiky punk racket taking in psychobilly elements, distorted vocals and a tongue firmly wedged in their cheek.
Bad Lungs (great name) have created a foot-stomping distorted bad dream of a song that is a perfect noisy and snotty ode to the after effects of a heavy night of drinking.
A band you probably wouldn’t invite around for tea with your mum any time soon, Bad Lungs’ debut is a promising 3 minutes of genre bending angst, 100 mph guitar, and vocals that could strip paint. It wakes you up, slaps you around the face and jumps on your bed until the shakes stop. I approve!
Review by Ioan Humphreys