SexHands Pleh
There was a primordial pool on the North Wales coast; a cesspit, teaming with filth, stench, unsavoury porn, the rotten stinking by-product of pub crawl vomit and bin juice (or imagine my teenage son’s bedroom floor – it’s the same thing)…
From that pool rose a sub-species that spawned the likes of Klaus Kinski, Die Kast Messiah, Dogs Legs, Queer’d Science, Rolf Harris, Teenage Mafia, Gape, Irma Vep and Sex Hands

That info may be incorrect (not the cesspool bit), as this collective are not too liberal with information and even finding their releases can be a feat within itself… Although hearing their produce is quite momentous every time…

Hearing the track Tommy for the first time was also a momentous occasion… ‘Don’t roll the dice, I’m not telling you twice..’ – Love it, fuckin’ love it… This is pure trash.. Recorded in a skip and wonderful because of it… Stick these guys in a slick studio and you’ve fucked up Sex Hands for good… It’s Alley Cat rock for Homeless People with Hairdos and it’s as infectious as the mange. Love it, fuckin’ love it…

Sex Hands take unfashionable drugs, they hoick Vim up their noses and throw brake fluid at each other… Their Argos guitars scream through their parents’ Hi-fi speakers, rattling a framed picture of Elvis on the coffee stained mantle-piece. Their parents meanwhile, are shagging the next door neighbours for a Channel 5 documentary about Fucking on Benefits. Their dogs are illegal and in compounds, the fleas however remain, and jump up to chew any ankle that sets foot on the rank carpet. A Final Demand letter sits on the kitchen table… It demands Sex Hands never stop making music like this…

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Pleh is a brilliant album… Very catchy, and Sex Hands are as close as the band members from this pool of stench will get to conventional songs (albeit delivered without convention). Perhaps this band serves as a song outlet to counter the insanity of Klaus Kinski and the melancholic morbidity of Irma Vep… Whatever their reasons for existence, you should take advantage of this Chandler in a box and make sure Pleh is there, infecting your vinyl collection…

I Love it, I fuckin’ love it….

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