The Rank Deluxe
A slight revival of that muddy and graphically gritty 70’s punk that bred throughout the squalors of London can be easily seen through the smoke and riot shields of policemen as the Rank Deluxe wander arrogantly into this sheer rip cracking and cider shouting track.
Suggestively it is “punk by numbers”. The b-side, “Steal my soul” echoes South London charm amongst ripped jeans, cliché anarchy and a lovable glass gargling set of vocals. Screaming and shouting complements the tempo of the gutter bed guitars which play like children on burnt out cars in council estates.
This could be an attempted revival of a punk ethos which left our planet with free speech and dignity or maybe the Rank Deluxe are in denial that punk ever vacated the music scene of today or maybe I am trying to be too clever, and they simply like dousing themselves in Stella bottled aggression and really having a party.
Whatever, it is in your face and it screams anguish and your parents will hate it.