TUTV: Hotel Lux are part of the rebirth of the English post-Brexshit-punk along rampant bands such as Ditz, Lambrini Girls, Deadletter, Opus Kink, and several more. Their anarchic guitar-edged work translates their vision of society and life in general. If you have never heard of these misfits, then Costermonger is the ideal belter to put on your headphones. Loud and clear.
Yesterday night Turn Up The Volume shook his head up and down, left and right
for about an hour to the capricious, highly infectious grooves of Portsmouth/London
6-piece gang HOTEL LUX, bringing the swagger of the The Fall to mind here and there.
Another notable band of the ongoing rebirth of British post-punk alongside mavericks such as Yard Act, Crows, Black Country New Road, Ditz, shame, Black Midi, Just Mustard, caroline, LIFE and a couple more.
Only last week they released their debut LP Hands Across The Creek. A varied sublime firstborn (stream below). Punky, poppy, lullaby-y, organ-y and three expressive vocalists getting it all together. Fuck-the-right outspokenness, bloody daily life observations, and solidarity poems.
One of the several instantly catchy sing-along crackerjacks on the album is THE NATIONAL TEAM was one of the many highlights last night in Antwerp.
It still bounced up and down in my head this morning.
There’s people my age that play
for the national team.
(Not my age, theirs)
Hotel Lux: The name of a hotel in Moscow during the Soviet Union years, housing many leading exiled and visiting Communists. During the Nazi era, exiles from all over Europe went there, particularly from Germany. But bucther Stalin tracked them down, and you can guess what happenede to them.
About the song: “The tune was conceived when I was sat watching
England’s National Football Team play on the TV whilst tucking into
a very sad takeaway, watching people my age and considerably
younger #winning at life.”
TUTV: Here comes a drop-dead cool foot stomper that grooves
and moves from left to right and back, activating all muscles in
your lazy body. The man in the middle Lewis Duffin lets his depressed
vocals roll over this striking score before a funky guitar solo ends
the game. Watch your back Fat White Familythis team is ready
to dribble you.
