Brixton animals Phobophobes brought out a 7" recently in the form of No Flavour. The cover art - a mouldy, contaminated Petri dish - say it all, really - they are a mouldy, contaminated garage punk beast. That gnarled organ plays into the horror punk of early Horrors and a more curmudgeonly Cramps, and the plodding nature of the track is relentless in how it wallows in its own scum. In other words, bottoms up, and I'll get the next shout in. They launched it in Peckham a couple weeks ago - expect to see even more of them over the coming months.
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