Wonk Unit - 'Trolleys Thank You' (Self Released) Print E-mail
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Written by Darrel Sutton   
Saturday, 29 October 2011 05:30

wonk_unitI wouldn't even be reviewing this record if it wasn't for Kunt and The Gang and that very fact alone means Kunt's contribution to the music buying public is even greater than previously thought. You see, the fact that Wonk Unit supported Kunt when I recently caught him in deepest South East London meant I first got to discover what are slowly turning into my new favourite band.


Hailing, for the most part, from Croydon and nearby, Wonk Unit are the brain and love-child of Alex Johnson, singer/songwriter/guitarist/keen drinker extraordinaire. Ably accompanying him on this record are drummer Adam Stone and, for the first eight tracks, a certain Duncan Redmonds, mainstay of the legendary Snuff and still occasional live drummer, when the need arises. They've also been rejoined by one-time bassist Pwosion Pwosion (sic, according to their Facebook page at least) since this release which gives them a stable and very entertaining gigging line-up.


Anyway, stop fucking wittering Sutton, I hear you shout, what's the fucking album like then. Well the introduction and build-up is nothing compared to the record, which is an absolute breath of fresh air in an age where identikit bollocks bands spring up ninety to the dozen. Taking an undeniable influence for the aforementioned Snuff, there's some great music and songcraft running right through this album, from the agi-punk of opener 'Guts' to the Jam-esque inflections of 'Different'. Johnson's lyrical delivery is very much in the manner of storytelling to music and as such makes the songs captivating listening. There's also such a raw, genuine feel to the songs that they'll be under your skin before you know it. Remember what it was like when you first heard bands like The Ruts, The Undertones and China Drum? Get ready for that feeling again. As a Hammond Organ refrain gives way to 'Always The Same', you'll feel it's like an old friend who's just popped round to get pissed-up with you and I defy anyone to not have a warm, fuzzy feeling after giving 'Los Angeles' a few hundred spins. All in all, this really is a corking collection of songs, played by people with the essence of independent music in their veins. As the album careers through its sixteen tracks you realise that they probably don't have a duffer in them and tracks like 'Running', the storming 'Bleed With You' and melancholic closer 'One For The Mrs' maintain the ludicrously high standard to the very last note.


If you love everything independent punk rock laid its foundations, before it got bastardised andapproved_image_lrg_2011 commoditised, on you'll wear your wrist out over Wonk Unit. Seek them out at all costs and be rewarded handsomely. An absolute diamond in the dog turd that modern music can be.