More superb, snappy punk from Cleveland/Australia hybrid Vanilla Poppers, who’ve somehow developed a sound that’s distinct and yet archetypal. The four tracks here are chock-full of taut, lean riffing that’s equal parts early Black Flag and early Hellacopters, the muscular surge searing your eyebrows off while Christina Pap yammers out snarky tales of blank modern existence and cynical punk ennui. The mix is absolutely electric: catchy, abrasive and direct to the point of intimidation, making for one of those rare records that’s impossible to spin just the once.
You can read an interview with Christina Pap, Vanilla Poppers vocalist, here.