The youth of today have the tools to trawl back thru bygone musical decades and effortlessly pin down the hippest, hottest platters du jour. The shit that matters. Not for them record collections littered with rarely played plastic brought on a whim, was reviewed in a ‘zine, recommended by a mates brothers best friend (etc, etc) or simply had a sweet looking cover… but ultimately did not make the grade. Rejected and condemned to a lifetime in the shadows.
Unlike many of their peers, who simply focus on one or two distinct points of musical inspiration/reference to base their musical aspirations on, the Shitty Limits have cast their net far and wide in a quest to soak up and be energized by seminal sounds from across the decades. Anyone who has witnessed them live, and picked up their limited run seven inches, will testify to the uncontrollable surge that blasts your senses when they let rip.
“Beware…” comes packed with a dozen tracks that show off their snotty and catchy lightening fast garage-thrash attack, and having heard many of these songs live, on many occasions, I’m just as stoked on the recorded versions, especially the magnificent “Hard Wired” which would not sound out of place on the “Suburbia” soundtrack. Love it. This album is definitely not destined for the dark dusty recesses of my record collection anytime soon, hah!
The vinyl pressing is available from London label La Vida Es Un Mus, or on CD/download from Boss Tuneage. Either way, don’t miss out on this cracking debut album from one of the UK’s most vital underground bands. ‘Limits, the Shitty…
Pete Craven