Bitches - Winner

are old skool punk through and through, credible as hell, self-releasing a 7 inch single, the title track of which clocks in at a furiously rabid 1 minute 54 seconds… honestly, how much more ‘for real’ could you possibly get without actually being the bastard love child of Johnny Rotten and Joey Ramone?

At times sounding like cult teeny DIY punkers Bis, with a smattering of Sonic Youth’s fuzzy dronings, this is a rip roaring, blazing, glorious sound of a band who dive in and to hell with whoever’s listening, whoever cares, whatever the critics think. And of course, because of all this you immediately care like hell about them. Whether you love or hate their knowingly goofy name, the London noisemeister duo are a totally uncompromising pair (Blake ‘plays drums and shouts’, while Staz ‘hits drums and screams’ according to their handwritten - ah, what else! - press release) and you can just tell from the sledgehammer drums and hypnotic dron-hooks that they would be absolutely blistering to see live, too.

Screaming intensity, spitting venom, screeching with nuclear powered energy - and all the time with an fantastic eye for a hooky punk pop melody - by rights, Bitches should be new heroes to all.