Channeling sounds of The Reatards, Gun Club, Pussy Galore, and GG Allin, London's Suicide Generation have exploded all over the city as one of the trashiest and most unpredictable bands around. After first being perceived as nothing more than a really bad prank gone wrong - whose sole purpose it seemed - was to fill in for cancelled support slots across the Tuesday night London gigging circuit, Suicide Generation have made huge strides in the less than a year after swindling Dirty Water Records into a recording contract.
Leading this suicide pact is the super-charged sickness of lead singer Sebastian Melmoth, who rips out his vocal chords whilst choking on his microphone, along with the steady balance of Vince Sooicide's snarling rhythm guitar, that forms the glue around a revolving door of delinquent players from all ages and walks of life.
Combining the collective sloppy seconds from various failed band reject replacement parts, Suicide Generation basks in its own dirt and scuzz, the sound is a fervid rush of trashy goodness which ensures the band's new album is an unmissable treat for all fans of uncompromising rock 'n' roll.
With a split 7" with LA's finest The Black Mambas on No Front Teeth Records and the overdue vinyl press of their "First Suicide" album on Dirty Water Records, there's more to look forward to; European tour in March, USA tour in September, plus their second album is already in the works.
A spokesperson for the label said: "They're not a joke; they really do mean serious business even though they haven't a clue. Yes, they often appear like a bastardised freight train going off the rails, but you don't ever want to play a game of chicken with them."
Suicide Generation's three-pronged guitar attack creates a wall of fuzz, and this record screams through it. Countdown to 2nd Suicide, because there's no doubt you're going to need another shot of Suicide Generation after this.
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