Drinking just one beer isn’t very cool (if, like us, you succumb to peer pressure on the reg). You know what’s cool? DRINKING A MILLION BAZILLION BEERS and a few jaegermeisters. That’s right kids; last night represented us falling firmly off that wagon we so very dearly hung onto for a grand total of a month. This is primarily due to, and thus to be blamed upon, lightning-bolt performances from The Common Tongues and Tellison at seperate venues across London last night, resulting in our asses hauling in at no early than 2am (fuck you, TFL. FUCK YOU). Suffice to say, “feeling great” was not a prominent phrase featuring in our mental state for most of today. Making us feel noticably better, however, perhaps as some sort of sympathetic musical soundtracking to the brain-squeezing ailments we suffered today comes from shit-hot Glasgow surf-core types She’s Hit. RE:PEATER blasts straight out spitting glass at ya ass, and contains some strong reference-repertoire; think Iggy Pop‘s I Wanna Be Your Dog, the best bits of The Horrors‘ Strange House album, plus a little bit of The Fall‘s Mark E Smith seeping into the vocal comparisons. Actually, having said that, right now listening to this doesn’t make us feel any better at all. It makes us feel that one degree more dirty. Get involved.
She’s Hit – RE:PEATER