Review: There's no doubt The Damned are one of our proper guitar bands - a punk troupe whose two fingers extended far enough to once employ the services of a drummer called Rat Scabies, and whose touring schedule has been relentless enough to produce so many live albums over the years they even called one of them Another Live Album From The Damned.
During their careers they have also been responsible for some sensational, not to mention heavy studio output. In 1980/1981 they hauled up in Wales' famous Rockfield recording space to lay down what became the acclaimed LP, The Black Album, along with The Friday 13th EP and Strawberries. Last year, they returned to the same spot and now we have The Rockfield Files, the outfit's first new material in 24 months and compelling evidence that they still can make a huge amount of noise. Dig in, then, there's plenty of sustenance here.
Review: PUP have never been ones for apologies, or apologetic music. Taking the ferocity and frenzy of hardcore punk, but realising that in a pop light, this EP is another example of how they burst from the stalls at full pelt and never have much interest in letting up until finish line. It bangs, wails and grinds its way through high octane tracks that feel as made for the live stage as the release title itself, which is apparently a nod to a phrase regularly used by the band on the road as they hauled up in hotel rooms here, there and anywhere.
Those heady, halcyon days are currently on hold, making this collection of ravenous and raucous guitar assaults even more necessary. With the music world having spent the best part of a year wrapped in suffocating bubble wrap it's important to remind ourselves exactly what is we are longing to restart. This Place... goes someway to answering that question with two words; human energy.