French Kissing

Steve Rose loves French Kissing.

Someone recently told me that the definition of 'hipster' is some one that listens to nobunny, the sick whatever-wave trash act from San Francisco. I would bet my bottom dollar that French Kissing; Johnny, Dom and Fenner have listened to said 'hipster shite' while riding around Dalston on their two wheeled, pedal driven, human powered vehicles. That is if they weren't too busy listening to 'The Stones'.

French Kissing actually are 'the Stones'; albeit reprocessed and repackaged for our post-no age blank generation. Amalgamating rock'n'roll, garage rock and sixties power pop in crisp two minute musical chunks, for our listening pleasure.

The nice chaps at Holy Twist Records (who've previously pressed other UK garage heroes such as Thee Vicars, The Hipshakes and Sex Beet) found these destructo-pop gems so enjoyable; they are setting two of these to tape, on a seven inch slab of polyvinyl chloride in the not too distant future.

Currently tearing London a new twitter via the Old Blue Last, The Stags Head, etc; these hipsters could be your life. Just stay away from the brown acid, dude!