Last time out, BRMC were, by their high standards, coasting with their album ‘Specter a the Feast’. This return single though, sees them at their dank and furious best.
As the drums thud in the intro, Hayes and Levon-Been vocally stride back into ‘cool as fuck’ territory. Their deep, Jim Reid via Ian McCulloch drone screams sex and throbs danger which, combining with the blustering guitars is a heavenly match.
Genre wise, they’ve not strayed from dirty garage rock sound but, when it’s delivered with such pulsating urgency, it’s impossible to be critical.