Labels: Swami
Review by: Alex Deller
Appointing themselves “San Francisco’s first and only rock n’ roll band” meant Crime were never likely to win themselves any friends or favours, but from where they were coming from that kind of petty shit just didn’t matter. Not so much playing music as gouging the hell out of their instruments until pure rock n’ roll bled on through, Crime slung primitive chords alongside crude, suggestive basslines and rounded it off with a singer who panted and howled like an underfucked dog with its dick in the dirt. The result “” if you really need to be told “” was pure, unadulterated genius, a primal, heartstopping lunge all wrapped up in sneers, swagger and impenetrable sunglasses.