The PLASTICS - No Class Youth
(TB Records)
Proudly displaying a burning stars and stripes, behind the naked arse of a blond-permed lap-dancer on the cover of their debut album, and continuing the theme in a song titled 'Uncle Sam' The Plastics embody the overblown, over-the-top spirit of big, American rock circa late 70's. despite hailing from South London. Despite their lacking geographical credentials the ensuing cacophony of big riffs, sexism, adolescent political rallyings, white trash references and clichés the trio create is surprisingly, well, credible and convincing. Branded with almost as many Kiss trademarks as a lunchbox, condom or family pet left within a mile of Gene Simmons its closest reference point is the big, dumb rock and lyrical campaign for partying, chicks and loud music of the face painted Messiahs Criss, Stanley, Simmons and Frehley. Albeit with some explosive as a well timed pyrotechnic punk attitude shoved up their collective rears, manifest in the Iggy and Pistols esque touches here and there. If you like your musical politics none more cerebal than the Beastie Boy's 'Fight For Your Right', your riffs chunky and your American's from no further West than Fulham, this is fantastic. If not - this is still fantastic - what's wrong with you???
/Alison

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