Feed the Monkeys, an indie bedroom project, from Chicago, issues an early PR warning about their brand genre-skipping music. But, from the onslaught of the disorientating guitar swirls and drums of Shell City, clearly, they’re hesitant to call this “punk”.
It’s a shame because it’s good punk rock, born out of excitement, a large record collection, and an enthusiasm that can’t be faked.
A stash of speed may have had something to deal with this, but who are we to call the kettle black.
