SEX DRIVE - "SHOPPING BLITZ" LP

LULUS: A long time coming, the Sex Drive debut is here and grooved for your pleasure.  It is no small feat to put together a quality punk record that tugs at the strings without losing something crucial along the way. If you've seen them play live through the years then you should know what you're getting - but if you haven't, please allow us to paint a picture. Sex Drive have always been a mighty charming and wholly scrappy bunch; shaggy hair, distressed shirts (or no shirts) revealing coastal flesh topped up with pharmaceutical or street drugs, a love for revelry and a disdain for rules. They wear on their sleeve the uncomfortable situation of post-adolescent blues, you know the one; that scattered confusion that comes with being free of the past and pretending not to be shit-scared of defining your present, let alone the growing spectre of your future. Sketchy home tattoos earned under the influence, second hand cars that cost more in maintenance than you bargained for, sleeping on floors in the no-man's-land you call home where your moans of anguish are as real as your moans of pleasure, trying to work out what colour is most flattering for a first date (and whether it's okay to wear sunnies because you went too hard the night before), throwing caution to the wind more often than you can count, and learning the hard way that your mental health is even harder to maintain than the second hand car. To the dearly uninitiated, yeah, you're getting a big old mouthful of youthful exuberance spiked with melancholic acid. The same thing you hear in bands like The Saints or Hank Wood & The Hammerheads and other groups who aren't afraid to get their eyes dirty, is what you hear in Sex Drive. Long live the drive.