26 minutes of the most energetic sonic splurge squeezed into 12 songs, fantastic!

Continuing the theme of ridiculous band / album / song titles Leeds based Cowtown will not only make you smile but they will riotously pace around your bedroom at the same time. Combining down tuned chords with acres of gargantuan razor sharp electronics their contagious spaz rock grips tight like a vice. Perfectly at home with extroverted spiky instrumentals as they are with outrageous punk vocals and Casio keyboards this four piece’s debut record is one to add to your buy-me-next-fucking-week list.

On Part Man, Part Machine, All Cop - who could say no to a Robocop revival? - high end guitars strangle a vocoder and child’s keyboard like it’s as regular an occurrence as a traditional Sunday roast, and even though it doesn’t even breach the 2 minute barrier you come out the other end feeling well fed. Kitty Runs Away From Garlic has all the bravado and stomp of Mick Jagger in his youth, but without the arrogance and plus a dirty great bundle of grit and Power Ballad does exactly what you’d expect, but well. Eighties synths are applied to anthemic riffery, but not with the expected cheese ball outcome; somehow Cowtown manage to make this as tasty and poisonous as the rest of the album.

Pine Cone Express reminds me of the first Liars album, They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument On Top - dance-punk at it’s non-stop best. A real breath of fresh air being pumped into the festering pit of rock, so inhale and hold it in; this doesn‘t happen all too often. There’s real promise within this 26 minutes and a few seconds, and apparently there is already another album on the tip of their tongue - personally I can’t fucking wait.

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