Beautiful, ugly, pure punk rock from Melbourne scummers Civic. The pace, attitude and sense of toughness suggest Poison Idea or early Fucked Up, but there’s also a good dollop of snotball KBD punk and amped-up pub rock / proto punk as well. The guitars are bright, brash and shiny and the rubbed-raw vocals unapologetically arrogant, and for a mere four minutes of music there seems to be a mysterious amount of good stuff swilling about. Absolutely essential, I’d say.
