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Santy Claus is coming to town and this year his sack bulges under the weight of punky riffs and one liners tossed around like plastic chairs around the back of a discoteque.
From the hot bending screech that calls over the thumping bass line, ‘Flotsam & Jetsom’ kicks off in a ding-dong that sounds like your favourit-o new wave playlist has popped out a wee bairn.
“See the sights/join the fights/ pull yer pints/ no singing after midnight” sings Ingy, painting British seaside life; half Morrissey, half JMW Turner. Or, Half Morrisons, half JW Lees.
Guitar solo rings like a penny falls arcade game. Drums insistent and heavy like the smell of kebabs.
It’ll paint yer pictures, pull yer pints and all in under 3 minutes.
Have you peeped it yet?
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