By The Iinviisiibles
The Iinviisiibles come at you from that hollow wrench of nausea that trembles on the edge between fear and laughter. They play 100% on that dark/sweet and very unhealthy side of male human nature. They sound like the kind of punks who turn up early for the front row at accidents, freak shows and extreme humiliation TV.
Their simple ripping-it-up guitar rock is done with swaggering confidence. The sound is bang on the spot and it stays there for the duration. There are a lot of cracked up people in Leeds who are going to love their stuff like crazy when they come visiting, and Tweedy the Clown (Krusty's Evil Younger Brother) will have them squealing and stomping around with glee - till the whole night's beer and pizza hits the pavement.
Do Paranoia Don't is the title track, hawking its way through a demented Laughing Policeman episode with screaming, sparkling guitar and thundering drums. Showroom Dummy is desperately inspired. The world's scariest ever intonation of "little flower" is a bonus extra before it all gets very sordid. Then there's the live track (Pharmacist) to confirm that you will have fun. You will! I'm staying in.