Fresh, fun and fucked-up, Black Wire make being in a band seem like the best idea in the world and piss all over their peers by virtue of giving the impression of being recklessly irresponsible while creating a brilliantly scabrous, quasi-seditious cacophony that annihilates dancefloors. What more do you want? Blood? That'll come, you sick bastards. Thick and fast.
Piers Martin
HUNG UP - single review:
Minutes after hearing this NME was wrapped in gaffer tape and cutting chunky lines of our gran's ashes with speed speed and sherbet - such is the power of Black Wire.
From the leering drool of the opening bars, this clattering gothic mess of testosterone and lippy drops into a frankenstein funk of fist slaps and karate yelps that will get you twitching like a corpse resurrected on viagra and smack.
wonky disco pop +a guitar solo like pushing nails into your brain + a choir of ghosts on backing vocals = super ace.
So it sounds like they spent the recording budget on poppers, but who cares? this song is going to get you laid. I f it doesn't then take it back and get a refund.
haha found my blackwire album otherday... was playing it this morning.. reminded me of the old days back in shropshire :) do u guys ever play up newcastle ? x
