Painkiller

Female Hercules: “Painkiller” (Blunt)

Notorious for the intense emotion of something-or-other (best described as a blend of insanity, elation and delusions of grandeur) they pull from an audience at their frenetic gigs, these Boy-Queens of Sleaze have laboured with the commitment their name implies to produce a 7 inch vinyl EP of heroic proportions. Butthole Surfers, Captain Beefheart, The Cramps and other song-rats of the sewer spring to mind when you subject yourself to the triple-layered guitar, fuel-injected drum avalanche and throttled swan vocals of ‘Painkiller’ and its friends.

Like throwing yourself in the washing machine and leaving it on spin.