Fontaines D.C.
Dogrel

It is no more than 3 years ago that I noted how English music had ended up in a truly hypnotic and dangerous self-referential and self-erotic cul de sac: all electro-pop bands sounding the same, with the same atmospheres and the same balls.

...And then?

Idles.

Idles have carved a path that is difficult to retrace backwards. Political and social declarations, noise, and the suburbs, this is where English rock restarts.
Brutalism and Joy as act (etc.) are two tough snouts, frayed frenula against American hi-tech, warm randomness made of feedback and harmonics, provocative dissonances.

Even more nervous and neurotic, noisy and (unfortunately) fundamentally are the Girls In Synthesis: 3 EPs and a compilation published this year that is worth more than a thousand releases.

(Many also talk about the Shame, but really, nothing personal, nothing.)

Fontaines D.C.
I should note that these lads come from Dublin and have everything I have already discussed: + Mark E. Smith navigating a sea of hisses, + the most enveloping Cure, + mid-'80s psychedelia with that indie twist that never hurts and titillates in the fellatio 8==).

This Post-Pub music is sexual and sensual, it is harsh and dirty, venereal.