Poly Styrene, (could any nom de plume better epitomise punk’s rejection of all things “natural”?) like some plasticon valkyrie delivers each splendidly artificial track on Roundhouse impeccably. There’s no denying that this and its accompanying DVD prove that Spex can still do this amazing stuff with their eyes closed. Time and the landmark events that produced these classic sounds, however, are receding from memory and have moved on. Soul and depth and wholesome stuff like that − despite the nostalgic lullaby that is ‘Germ Free Adolescent’ − are (I controversially assert) actually important to music and conspicuous by their absence.
[etRating value=“ 4”]
[etRating value=“ 4”]
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