Le Face

This long-awaited seven-song EP adds to the bands run of shambolic desperation (as displayed on the Salvador Dali 7-inch) and their knack for spirited first wave sounds (à la Isolation album). This new self-titled record adds a thicker wash of black to the pallette without obscuring any of their former records' degenerate charm. Cover art by Gitane Demone (Christian Death). This one brings out the best Le Face has kicked into our heads yet. Songs of hate and the innocence of '70s punk classics. The band has quite a back-story and if you wanna read about beaten audience members, addiction problems and cops then Google em. Hating you like GG. Taunting you like Lee Ving. Hating themselves like Darby. With this record their music has come into a fully matured nihilistic shadow. Draped up in some indiscriminate wool blanket and sweating out the guitar clang and snotty vox spitting through. Optimistic as a bloodied rape victim on the side of the road. Great punk record.