Born To Hate

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 113 syphilitic tracks of rock'n'roll apathy. The Cavemen touch on everything from lost love, murderous desires, and their burning disdain for sophisticated artistic expression. Features plenty of greasy riffs, uncouth howling 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 - sex, drugs and rock n roll conveyed via lo-fi psychotic '77 era punk rock. This record is one of those wonderful loose-nut albums that reminds you life is short, and when it's not being nasty as hell it's simply dull as ditch water. So crank up the volume, snigger at the intentionally juvenile lyrics and get busy making your own filthy fun before you die in a tediously mundane fashion.