Live Review // Pissed Jeans


Electric Ballroom – 7th July

Had Pissed Jeans frontman Matt Kosloff no more than an iPod backing him, he’d have zero problem filling the stage. Perpetually torn between aggressive shirt-tearing and sneering self-flagellation, his boy next door gone berserk shtick is levied with singular deftness. Behind him, the band summon a perfect storm of cranium-pulverizing noise rock so loud it’s tough to properly process. It matters little. This is such a persuasive lurch back to the Sub Pop’s golden era of wanton harshness, it’s darn near impossible to object

Tom Edwards