LITTLE FISH's Juju Sophie apparently has her patented method for writing songs. "I have to be by myself in a room when I'm writing, so no-one can hear me screaming like an exorcist," she says.
If we are to stretch this metaphor to its' cinematic conclusion, then the band's new single 'Whiplash' is the full Max Von Sydow preacher vainly trying to understand the horror of what he encounters within the tormented soul of the possessed young girl. Such is its' deranged energy, you can only wonder how long it will take Juju to break free from the chains and crab-walk down the stairs, spewing green stuff all over the shop.
This is intense. Juju's voice is throaty, tickles psychosis repeatedly on the chin and gives the best guttural "uh!" since Black Francis in the Pixies' heyday. It's propelled along by Nez Greenway's thunderous drum barrage and its' push-me pull-me mutant Indie rockabilly is basically the sound of sex, release and obsession wrapped up in one irresistible package. Consider me suitably primed for that long-awaited debut album.
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