|The DFCs - 'Negative For Fun' (Roka Records)|
|Written by Ben Hughes|
|Saturday, 14 July 2012 04:30|
The Don't Fucking Cares (or The DFCs as they are otherwise known) were formed in 2007 by Swedish born singer Marta Larsson following her search for fellow musicians with the spirit of '77 running through their veins. It seems she found some and this London based band's brand of dirty rock 'n' roll is right up Uber Rock's street. Yes this is punk rock circa '77, New York style, add a heavy helping of indie London style 20 years later for good measure and this band with the coolest moniker so far this year surely deserve some attention.
'Babeland' get's things off to a fine start the guitars are low slung, raw and dirty just the way I like em, and from the off I have one word for you...Brijitte West. With Uber Rock's favourite desperate hopeful seemingly M.I.A. for far too long, it may be time to switch our attentions to a younger and seemingly more hungry bunch of punk rock hopefuls with a NY Loose state of mind.
'Black Eyeliner No1' has a loose garage-like rock 'n' roll vibe to it, capturing the essence of The Stooges just like Juliette And The Licks before them. 'Download' with its Britpop vibe hints strongly at the sound of Elastica, not a bad thing in my book. Featured in Guy Ritchie's 'RocknRolla' (though criminally omitted from the actual soundtrack album), it's a perfect 2 minutes and 30 seconds of trashy, indie pop for the modern generation.
They pinch and pilfer from only the best, 'Real People' with it's riff half inched from The Ruts sounds fine and 'Reality Bugs Me' is raggedy and as dishevelled as you like, it's also immediate and yeah familiar sounding. 'Sulphate' skulks along a brooding vibe with a cracking chorus that gets under the skin, and threatens to scratch its way back out again.
The acoustic led closer 'Subtext' reminds me of Joy Division more than anything else and is a dark and brooding close to an album. It has a different vibe to the rest and sticks in the mind with its "don't fucking care" refrain.
The "don't give a fuck" attitude is prevalent throughout the album, and yes lyrically it's a rage against the times we live in, a reaction to recession and riot hit Britain. With several two and a half minute stabs of Blondie and Stooges inspired garage noise, The DFCs are the sound of the underground, and 'Negative For Fun' contains several seductively wasted and trashy tunes that conjure up images of smeared Kohl circled eyes, matted bleached hair and dirty glitter attire. If you reside in the sleazy side of the gutter then there's something here for you.
The DFCs do nothing new, they tread a well-worn path but it's a good one and one that is always worth revisiting. No matter how many times you walk it there is always something to remind you of all the great moments you have had down there in the past. You may shed a tear as you are reminded of all that have fallen or disappeared, but The DFCs don't fucking care about that!
They are unhappy with the times and they damn well wanna let you know it, but it ain't gonna stop them playing some damn fine street level rock 'n' roll from the gutter to the heart.
Cash yer Giro, buy 'Negative For Fun' and join "The Revolution" baby!