Sheffield rabblerousers Best Friends launch into a scuzzed-out record that straddles the lo-fi punk stylings that came out of London a few years ago (such as Nosebleeds) with more propulsive aggression, both in terms of brutish instrumentation and the energetic howls of Lewis Sharman.
Fake Spit and Shred Til You're Dead are brim full of garage growl and giddy abandon. Holy Mountain is no less propulsive yet with its slower build-up and breezy bridge plays as their attempt at a pop song.
