There it is... the beat of the big city - and I thought that the gang would all be retired and then it flutters the email to the house: Peeps from Surf Nazis Must Die, Herpes, Heat... wild number, hit it and impetuous... Now, a few months later, people have left and new ones have arrived and things are going well. Nothing has changed in the sound, the energetic quartet continues to deliver extremely driving upbeat post-punk or No Future sound. You can hear some Parquet Courts, some Uranium Club, some Dischord sound and 70s punk - cutting guitars, thumping bass and 16th-driven drums - hectic, rhythmic, pushing, sometimes hypnotically repetitive. And above all the scratchy singing of Florian Pühs, who sings about all those big city/small town/youth/crazy things that sometimes seem very familiar and sometimes very unknown. There will definitely be answers to some of life's important questions - or do you know what Hüsker Dü would do? Or what's going on with Dennis Rodman, why the elevator shouldn't take you down or what are the high and low points in the life of an elevator boy?
