Fortune favours the brave, so they say. If that's the case, fortune must have a raging hard-on for yourcodenameis:milo. After a number of promising live appearances, their debut release is full of more twists and turns than James Bond's path through a room full of bikini models.
'All Roads To Fault' should have been a safely dipped toe into the punk rock pond. Instead, the five-piece have opted for skinny dipping in shark-infested waters, with songs that lurch from left to right and back again like Hundred Reasons being buggered senseless by The Blood Brothers. It's full of guts and determination and, quite frankly, rocks like not much else. Well, for the first half at least. A couple of tracks on this mini-album do bow to convention - a little singing here, some chugga-chugga there, and a lashing of screeeeeeeeeeeeamo for measure - but the overall feeling of promise is unprecedented. Oh, and the vocals are totally camp. Excellent.
Get moist - yourcodenameis:milo could just be the best thing to happen to UK rock since Marc Bolan wrapped his car around a tree.
7Mike Diver's Score