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Brighton three-piece joins the riot grrrl wave with punk debut romp.

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Nearing the end of last year, we had Amyl and the Sniffers flex their Ozzy muscles with their enigmatic third, trailblazing mean-spirited punk against the man and what is thrown at us through life. Not to mention the likes of SPRINTS and Crawlers. Well this year has barely even picked itself off the floor from last years’ debacle and we’ve already got our next slice of female infection.

It’s angry, it’s flippant and it’s right on the money. Their debut, Who Let the Dogs Out, which was released on the 10th this month, puts the Kill in Bikini as it charts an off-colour mapping on police brutality, office misogyny and a disaster-piece into the lies of love. It’s got the tropes of a truly classic punk album – frenetic lyrics with four-to-the-floor noise lasting all but two minutes. The 11-track record barely spans across half hour and doesn’t let up throughout.

Lead stalwart Love is their letter ripped up to cupid as a crunchy bass and Phoebe’s lyrics screams out her distaste, “True love is nothing more than the wrong hill to die on.” It’s potent and achingly powerful. The next agenda to address has to be the state of masculinity in Big Dick Energy, which undoubtedly howls at the state of affairs in an otherwise out-muscled all-man industry. Mate, that white knight act is getting pretty fucking irritating. Whilst Filthy Rich Nepo Baby reaches into the irony of well-off millennials harping on about the working class (“Wouldn’t know what socialism is / If it punched him in the dick“), Company Culture is a cult classic ripped from the forever bearing fruit of female prejudice in the workplace. The tree has been plucked dry over decades and still the problem lies – “Palatable, unthreatening, ’cause all men know better than me / Yet human resources say I’m asking for it.” While Cuntology 101 is just a synth-jarring anthem on breaking barriers and doing whatever the hell you want in a society that gate-keeps every man and his dog.

An unruly and a seriously fun punk band that demands a safe space for all, their fast tipples are as intoxicating as the three bottles of wine that Phoebe and Macieira down before ripping up on the stage. It’s just fun, fast and hard-ran punk. It’s never been at its best than right now. Soft Play and Lambrini Girls cross-over say when?

Likewise, the band are just as insane live and in-person as they are captured on record. You can catch the trio on their tour hitting the UK in April this year, fitting the sweaty and tightly-squeezed venue from the rafters as they hit 1,500-cap Electric Brixton in London on the 17th and 700-cap Saint Luke’s in Glasgow on the 9th.

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