Venus in Furs are something special. They are a POP! band. Unashamedly young, with matches and fire in bucketloads and more quality POP! tunes than The Sex Pistols jamming with Erasure. These kids are going to be HUGE, They are going to be on the front of every fucking magazine on the globe, every radio station, every television station – and this is a good thing. Heck! A great thing. They are some part Slits, with the tunes of Blondie, the sassy POP! coating of Kenickie, the drumming of The Jam, and the ‘fucking hell my head can’t take anymore tunes’ factor of prime era Bis. They are in fact the sound track to my teenage years. Drunken kisses, holding hands on the park swings, and sherbet burps. They are fucking yo. est. yo.