By The Mutts
Welcome to the dark side of the garage. Imagine, if you will, the sound of Iggy Pop wandering into The Strokes' studio and repeatedly battering them about the head with a mic stand while shouting "NO NO NO! Listen up good you anaemic little wastes of space, if you're gonna make garage rock at least sound like you're frickin' TRYING!!"
"Life In Dirt", the debut album from these Brighton noiseniks (discounting their debut mini last year) is 40 minutes of good solid nourishing garage rock as it ought to be. Snarled vocals, sleazed up riffs and the sort of attitude that's sadly lacking in a lot of their contemporaries. The Iggy influence is particularly obvious but the guitar finesse owes more than a passing nod to the likes of Guns 'n' Roses at their most sneered up. It ain't all plain sailing but even if the likes of "Incest City" and "From The Trenches" tend to drag a bit, the pure headbanging bliss of "Blood From A Stone", "Let Me See Your Face" and the slow building animosity of "My Town" more than make up for them.
There's a bit of room for improvement here and there but make no mistake, this is a promising debut album.