Ok pussies, Pop that top and get ready to rock, baby, ROCK!... cause London’s very own resident Disco killing machineheads, THE MEENIES, have taken a breather from their non-stop rock n' roll missionary work just long enough to record their debut fourteen megaton full-length slab, “Kill, Baby, KILL !“

It’s like goddamn sexual pleasure. The kinda buzz you get from loitering outside of a drama school waiting for the girls to come out for their lunch! I mean, it’s real sleazy, baby. Real fast too. Like a fucking jackhammer on mescaline. And exciting as all fuck. Like buying underwear from a stranger. Good old fashioned crazy rock n roll type fun… no sentiments, no “meaningful” lyrics, no political fuckwitery... Just GUITARS, COCKS and fucking ATTITUDE.

It’s selling sex to kids in shiny packets. All fucked up on jet fuel, cigarettes and a diet of Iggy, The Devil Dogs, New Bomb Turks and The Dwarves. They even rip off The Rip Offs. Remember when you still had no pubic hair and you heard rock n roll for the first time? That is what The MEENIES bring back… that is what it fucking feels like.

So lock up your daughters cause these Meen Meen bastards have arrived and they are demanding the airwaves. THE ex-prison van is greased, primed and ready to roll. Music to piss your parents off.