Chewing on notes from The Jesus Lizard, Hot Snakes and Oxbow, and then spitting them back out, with additional nods to literary giants such as Charles Bukowski and John Fante, Beestung Lips create a provocative mixture of willfully abrasive noise and visceral-shredding rock ‘n’ roll.
Spewed up from the murky depths of Birmingham at some point in mid 2006, their howling, anguished, and convulsive vocals tussle with rapid-fire drums, riotous guitar and blistering bass lines, before collapsing into a chaotic heap, breathless and foaming at the mouth.