IDLES

  • United Kingdom
  • Screaming lapidary punk

The growling of wild beasts, screaming guitars and wild drums. With their sweaty bodies, sprays of spittle and beer belches, IDLES have resuscitated the punk spirit of seventies England, spilling their guts and their lungs in anarchist fury. But all with a good dose of that traditionally British black humour. A grubby sound, just the way we like it, which sometimes deviates towards post-punk and plunges us into the smoky, dank darkness of a cellar. Or perhaps slams us up against the beer-soaked bar of a Bristol pub, staring wild-eyed at a darts board bearing the disfigured portrait of Theresa May. On the drinks list: hangovers and hoarse voices.

Selected by De Concert!