Albums like this twist your head. No matter what you play them on, they sound murky bathed, as they are, in distortion and the kind of reverb that was banned under the Geneva Convention many years ago. Then you realise that you don't care about all of that for with "Pleasure", She's Hit have landed you right in the groove, so to speak.
With little more than a desire to go tribal with the rhythms and turn everything else up to 11, this Glasgow band demonstrate that you can actually inhale the Stooges and take everyone who listens to your music on a trip. All resistance crumbles before the sonic sledgehammer going by the name of "Re:peater" and even the dance floor comes under threat as the primitive pseudo electro of "Miriam Hollow" staggers about trying to buy some pills. At least, David Wilson's lost in space vocals sound like that was the plan of action.
It would be a mistake, however, to write off She's Hit as just another purveyor of noise. They take attitude to the extreme, something that so many bands fail to do, and are probably of three quarters of the way to therapy even at this early stage of their career but they still manage to throw in a surprise or two. Who, I ask you, would have expected Jen Paley – stolen from the Astral Planes – to inject a purring sensuality into this maelstrom?
A Glasgow band with real potential to do some damage? Looks like we finally have one.