The Dynamite Pussy Club veer between some fairly obvious influences, retro-centric rock and roll, industrial strength blues, ranting Elvis tirades and Detroit garage rock. Power is the summation of all of those elements with a slice of 60’s raving counter culture (or possibly under the counter culture) thrown in for good measure. It’s Jim Jones having a nervous breakdown, if anyone could actually tell, it’s Iggy with a BS postcode, it’s what might have happened if Max’s Kansas City had been in Stokes Croft rather than The Lower East Side.
It drips with swagger, attitude and most of all a sense of humour, it shows rock music how to be infectious, pop music how to have teeth, it mixes past influences into a future sound, it plunders openly but manages to build something unique. It’s an odd one I’ll give you that but did you expect anything else from these guys?
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