Shin Jin Rui – Zutiqua
Playing this album loud enough to irritate the environmental health is the only way to go with Shin Jin Rui‘s first offering ‘Zutiqua’.
Shocking the nervous system into a battle of disjointed mellow punk whilst wrestling with the kung fu master of crusty grunge, this Newcastle trio’s middle finger response is the echo of stumbling over you mums prized conifers at 15 and having to explain to her just exactly why you have deliberately damaged your liver in the full knowledge that you have a maths GCSE in 10 hours. God damn it.
‘Foreign Cars’ promptly fills you with the insecurity of modern living wrapped up in a warm but sludgy blanket during a pit stop on the Mudhoney/Nirvana interchange. ‘Pre-Slaughter Trial’ will have you falling off your bed like the first time you had a full on green day and thought your bedroom had turned into a simulator.
Certainly not to everyone’s taste, but if you take ten steps back from the tarted up electronic roller disco of recent computer programmed pop, you might just remember the days when you didn’t have to wear polka dot dresses every Saturday night because you were too busy sat on a Tesco value bean bag, not brushing your hair.
This record is as fuzzy as your head was when confusion, frustration and pinch of selfish ego set in to take over your dress sense. If you would like to be reminded just why your mum tried to drag you to church so much during your ‘I can’t wash the dishes, I’m busy biting my fingernails’ phase, then be wise and pick up a copy. It might make you feel sick and a bit like you have nits for a while, but lets face it hair lice and hangovers are totally curable.