With their mucky on-stage antics and songs about smoking heroin, Fat White Family are one of the few bands capable of causing offence.
On their second album, the Brixton-based troublemakers have perhaps gone too far: Goodbye Goebbels is a tender tune about Hitler’s final hours in the bunker. Love is the Crack, Tinfoil Deathstar and When Shipman Decides touch on their twin obsessions – hard drugs and serial killers.
Songs for Our Mothers is made more unsettling by its funereal pace; it recalls those records John Peel mistakenly played at the wrong speed.
For all their efforts at repulsion, they soon draw you into the sinister psych-rock groove.
The murky disco of Whitest Boy on the Beach is one of the band’s jauntier tunes – but this album mostly sounds like a bad dream.
(Without Consent)
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