Space
They may hail from Liverpool, but there's not much even remotely Beatlesque about Space. For more pertinent influences, listen to the gleefully rude "Lovechild of the Queen," wherein singer Tommy Scott's rolling rs ("thrrrrone") drip with a bile that is decidedly rotten—as in Johnny. The four Space cadets appear to have been brought up on U.K. punk rock and U.S. slasher films, and have the go-mental material to prove it: "Drop Dead," "Mister Psycho," and "Kill Me," to name but a few of their loud 'n' snotty tunes.
Much of Space's music stays in your head (like it or not), thanks to the weird but infectious pop veneer with which they cover their crypt-kicking tracks. "Neighbourhood," for instance, is an immensely hummable ditty about an apartment building whose tenants include a thief, a terrorist and a serial killer. And those are the good neighbors. (Gut/Universal)
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