The Lines ‘Flood Bank’.

‘Flood Bank’ is a riotous stab of post-punk coated in layers of ribald psych and dub that sees New York’s Acute Records successfully haul another forgotten gem from the depths of the 80s post-punk scene and plonk into straight into our greedy little mitts. Those guys are too good to us.

The Lines fuse(d) dense and woozy sonorance to their nifty and consistent knack for a pop hook, wrapping the whole sordid affair up in the type of punk-funk rhythms that Vampire Weekend and The Rapture would gnaw through their own testicles for; ‘Come Home’ and ‘Bucket Brigade’ both evidence that this band’s trend-eschewing bag o’ doom noise-rock was also tapered with a shedload of insight and hip-shimmying melodies. Buy this as a Christmas present for your NME-worshipping younger brother and watch him strut around the room like a peacock on ketamin as the dust gathers atop his collection of Editors albums.