‘Regulated by social appeasement, New direction, a correction for sickness, Plead for a cure…and then smile for a quick fix, Why not be you and I’ll be me’ (Self Legislated)

Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of sharing their home with a cat will know that they have an ambivalent attitude towards water at the best of times.  Our dog will plonk herself in the shower without a second thought should the mood take.  Our cat, on the other hand, well…I’m not sure the strikingly vibrant cover art to Cold Shower’s debut 7-inch quite anticipates the scale of the chaos that would ensue.

But Cold Showers’ moniker is, in fact, something of a misnomer.  The Plymouth band deal in urgently energetic, emotionally heartfelt punk.  The guitars are bathed in a warm resonance that seeps over the neatly punchy rhythm section.  Meanwhile, the gruff vocals brim with an unassuming sincerity as they wryly reflect on the pressures of getting through the everyday as well as the undeniable importance of power napping.

The song writing is tightly propulsive, with none of the five tracks even hinting at outstaying its welcome.  Indeed, my personal stand out, the darkly escalating Self Legislated, always leaves me rather longing for just a little bit more…