Born To Hate [Vinyl]

In 2015 The Cavemen swapped their native New Zealand for the grimy streets of London. And 2016 sees them rising from the gutter with a brand new record on which these four miscreants have spurt out 13 syphilitic tracks of rock’n’roll apathy. The Cavemen touch on everything from lost love, murderous desires and their burning disdain for sophisti- cated artistic expression. Features plenty of greasy riffs, uncouth howl- ing, and road-rash-raw garage punk. Think a dose of Dead Moon, with a little of the Cramps and the Stooges, and then throw on a whole heap of vintage trash punk’s debauchery. That’s essentially The Cavemen. It’s sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll conveyed via lo-fi, psychotic ’77 era punk rock. Both nihilistic and hedonistic at the same time, this is a record to shake the cobwebs out of your ears. It isn’t sophisticated or remotely complex. It’s one of those wonderful loose-nut albums that reminds you that life is short, and when it’s not being nasty as hell it’s simply dull as ditch water. So you might as well crank that volume knob to eleven, snig- ger at intentionally juvenile lyrics and get busy making your own filthy fun, before you die in some tediously mundane fashion. TracklistA1 Savage A2 I'm A Mess A3 I Hate Art A4 Satan Is Her Name A5 In Love With You A6 Speed Of Death B1 I Hope They Drop The Bomb On Me B2 Ain't My Baby B3 Dead To Me B4 Nasty Girl Nasty Boy B5 C.H.A.R.L.I.E. B6 I'd Kill (To See You Dead) B7 Why Won't You