Stockholm’s Viagra Boys don’t take themselves especially seriously. Yes, the clue’s in the ridiculous name, but it’s writ large in their predilection for tongue-in-cheek subject matter too, and in the abundance of absurd imagery you’ll find peppering their output.

Take ‘Sports’, the title track of their latest EP. Built around a fantastically scuzzy bassline and a filthy, three-note guitar riff – and eventually overlaid with skronking sax – it finds San Fransisco-exile Sebastian Murphy quite literally listing sports in the deadpan drawl of a 60-a-day smoker from America’s deep south.

On the surreal ‘Beijing Taxi’ – taken from the same EP – he’s ascribing mystic properties to toast, before sharing a fever dream set on the battlefields of World War I. Elsewhere, early track ‘Can’t Get It Up’ pans out pretty much how you’d expect.

Musically, imagine a thrilling composite of The Dead Kennedys, Fucked Up and The Birthday Party, all buzzsaw guitars, gravelly vocals and arid, low-slung grooves, with a healthy side-helping of wild-eyed menace. Their debut album, Street Worms, is due late September, via the same label that hosts Yung Lean. In every possible sense, it promises to be an absolute riot.

Viagra Boys – Street Worms
September 28, 2018 – YEAR0001
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