really big really clever walk an oxymoronic line. They subtly present themselves as jokesters, from their self-deprecating band name and the choice of title for their second album, as well as its outlandish artwork. While the Brighton punks might make noise with a bouncing, wild abandon, it’s not all for shits and giggles, unpacking the push-pull of fracturing relationships (no respect for knights) and the muddiness of losing and reclaiming your sense of self (the middle) along the way. Meanwhile, back door goes a step further, ambitiously diarising the fear and confusion trailing in the wake of being spiked across walls of riffs that sound deceivingly fun at first, before morphing into a more shadowy sound.
They jest about being big and clever, but that song is, sincerely, both of those things. The intro is similar, a 45-second blast of scuzz that makes you brace for something epic before the plug gets pulled, deceptive, and almost cheeky. Not all of their songs are quite as memorable as these, and as a result it feels longer than its 35 minutes, especially when there’s not always enormous variation between individual tracks. Nonetheless, their garage-dredged sound is both organic and likeable.