Your reviewer wasn't previously aware of London's PLASTIK, but is glad to have been enlightened by this intriguing 3-track EP.
Beginning with what sounds like a mobile phone ringtone, lead track "Honey" gets straight down to business with sleazy imagery aplenty ("She smiles as she jacks up") and wastes no time in bringing on the chorus. With hectoring drums and buzzsawing guitars, it's no mean track (and the only decent song to mention "molasses" I can recall), though to these ears it's eclipsed by the other tracks featured here.
Second tune, "White Boy Wants Black Noise" is maybe the best thing here. With bucking, garage-y guitars, tricky rhythms,a dumbly infectious chorus, false endings a go-go and the vocalist stopping just short of full-on Russell Mael falsetto, it's a strange, but neurotically cool thing, full of spunk'n'attitude.
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Final track "Vertigo" runs it close, however. Here, PLASTIK again show off their firm grasp of riffs and dynamics, and combine lyrical flights of fancy in the verses ("I'm the apple of artsists eyes" - cool) with gusto-fuelled singalong choruses and still have the nous to chuck in bells and token weird bits.
PLASTIK have their neurotic fingers on the pulse, alright. Make sure you take their temperature, too.
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