Dark-edged post-punk drawl
Three Children of Fortune are as raw as Nirvana, as snarly as Placebo before Molko cut his hair and pretty damn tuneful.
The first chords of "Scarlet Fever" lull you into a chugging, overdriven riff, which cheerfully carries singer Tommy Burgess's lazy American drawl. It's slightly hypnotic and I was expecting something heavier from a band supporting Queen Adreena, thankfully the next track "Flesh & Bone" provides all I'd wanted and more.
"Flesh & Bone" is intense and in your face, with busy harmonic guitars and angry angular vocals that are suddenly spat out. It's sleek and wastes no time with an intro or coda, simply blowing you away with concentrated post-punk power. "I'm so different now that I don't know where it came from" the chorus squeals, positively dripping in dark infectious indie sweat. I'm only let down by Three Children of Fortune when I realise that they band are more shaven headed punk than eyeliner wearing androgyny, oh well. Even more amazing then, that a band citing Weezer and Sonic Youth as influences should turn out to have such a delicious and dangerous brand of alternative rock.