Subtlety doesn’t really exist to a band like Idles. Brutalism, their debut album, opens the door before you’ve had time to answer, staggers into your house, a blood-smeared hand caressing your walls, a half-drunk crate of beer under one arm and a look that’s a cross between madness and euphoria.
Girl Band hail from Dublin and â€˜France 98â€™ is a sinister and warped trail of distortion, disapproving sneers and the middle finger. I like how uncomfortably ominous each track sounds. From the cacophony of snarling guitars that make up opener â€˜Youâ€™re A Dogâ€™ to the frantic barrage of quick-fire strumming of the speed-punk title track