We’ve been digging on Polish Club since our first experience of their rip-roaring live performance earlier this year, and this new one from them is the sort of thundering festival of punk soul that we were hoping for. What a belter – singer Novak’s voice goes off into Shogun and Royal Headache territory, but with bigger muscles. It’s a damn hurricane of a voice, flattening trees and scaring the locals with every note. Their own bio claims they write songs “fifty years too late and at twice the speed”. I’m absolutely jiggered if I can think of a better way of putting it than that.
This, my friends, is dance music.