Reviews of "Fruit is Nature's Candy"

SINGLE OF THE WEEK
CANDY PANDY ATTACK – Fruit Is Nature’s Candy (Cherryade) – Two minute hit and run lo-fi scratchy shouty raw-and-sore candy stealing panic attack punk rock lo-fi I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me guv punker-than-punk songs that will steal your heart and yer cockney car while you’re still driving in the bleedin’ thing. Don’t you dare disagree, they can live without yer! Eastender hair pulling riot grrls with more sherbet dib-dabs than you so shut it right! Two girls, one boy, six songs, and a debut single proper (before it was demo tapes and such). A do-not-mess take it or leave it attitude and all even better than last time – more vital love-heart crunching DIY lo-fi riot girl punk fizz and sugar rush chaos and here’s the link – www.myspace.com/candypanicattack.

Organ Zine.

This time limited to just 500 pink wax copies - the second featured release from the rickety Cherryade shed of bizarrely beautiful pop thrills comes courtesy of the tenacious and damned feisty tri Candy Panic Attack. Already causing a fair amount of buzz after their appearance on the must have (and we will shortly) Leeds based Squirrel Records compilation ’nut boppin whoppers’ now comes their official debut (I think I’m right in saying) and damned fine it is too. Blending third generation punk (Expelled, Ejected, Partisans et al) and Riot Grrrrl (Period Pains and so on) these cuties stump up six short but bitterly sweet ditties of (from both sides of the fence) ‘fuck you love’ prickly buzz pop. Delivered with a certified do it yourself beaten out of shape throb and hints aplenty that these kids spend their free evenings around the hi-fi bouncing off the walls to the back catalogue of K records. Snotty nosed Candy Panic Attack are a throwback to the days of knock about kick back puking pogo pop - a time when both the bands and songs alike appeared to be more about the here and now could all go tits up tomorrow attitude rather than today’s long term careerist pension plan mentality. Charging out of the traps with much gusto as though on some urgent life threatening mission to deliver spiked mixer shots of humour, sarcasm and spite fuelled angst, the Candies are in truth not a million miles removed in terms of sound to X-Ray Spex albeit scalded with the unenviable thrust of Sleater Kinney and the crookedly insane bubblegum buzz of the Shaggs ’I didn’t do it’ in particular tunes into the blitzkrieg shoe shuffling stomp of the Ramones while impishly crafting out an answer / reply as were to Madness’ ’Shut Up’. Elsewhere there are tales of damaged love, hateful relationships and teen angst all shoehorned across six tracks lasting a heart stopping 8 minute in total duration - from the two chord chug of the hurting Jilted John-esque ’what’s he got that I haven’t?’ to the squaring up and in your face Vice Squad like ’heartbreaker’ though for us it’s the baiting rumble-tastic and deranged 55 second searing ’operator’ that gets our thumbs up, a charging 100mph frenzied row crookedly interspersed with lucid moments of honey combed harmonies, if that don’t slap across the head and jab in your eye in an attempt to rouse you from your lethargic listening habits then nothing will.

Mark Barton for Losing Today.

SOUNDS LIKE: Proto-punk perverting the indie stereotype. This is a very good thing indeed, or the British version of Veruca Salt.

IS IT ANY GOOD: Yes, and not just because it needs doing.

WHY: I want to hear ace tracks appalingly produced, recorded on ninth hand tapes and then grovel for a tarted up version to moan about.

Unpeeled.

The thirteenth release on the unspeakably great Cherryade label is the debut release from London's Candy Panic Attack packing a Ramones-esque six songs into the eight and a half minute length of this seven inch single. Bringing to mind the riot grrrl sound of some fifteen years ago, Candy Panic Attack combine brassy vocals and lyrics with genuinely jagged backings throwing in the odd delirious scream where it's absolutely necessary. Bonafide lo-fi which laughs in the over-produced face of punk pretenders, get some.

Richie for Culture Deluxe.

CPA’s EP is great (its entitled Fruit is Nature’s Candy – brilliant), punk spirit, great pace incisive guitar and the kind shouty girl noise that Lesbopig did so well, glorious, get it!

Alex Lawson for Shadowplay.

London’s Candy Panic Attack are an interesting proposition, popping out of the indiepop scene with a harder punk edge that’s forever cognisant of the worth of a little rattle and shimmer. The Attack have the kind of snarl I can relate to, starry-eyed and subversive, managing to sound raucous yet beguiling in a way that makes me think back to Peel favourites Lolita Storm, which is a fantastic thing. The six tracks that make up the Fruit is Nature’s Candy EP have a grimy, DiY tunefulness to die for. Brace yourself for the imminent invasion of the tweepunk underground!

Neil Jones for Miwsig.

T: Bow Wow Wow meets X-ray Spex with Lorraine Chase on vocals...

N: ...or Kathy Burke doing punk. Capturing the spirit of 1978, CPA encapsulate this era in a long forgotten vain.

T: Quite enjoyable, and thankfully not very long, which I guess is what punk was all about really anyway.

Nick and Tone E for Atomic Duster.

At some point last year I got a set of demos from Candy Panic Attack. I fell in love with their lo-fi charm and their loud, fast shouty indiepop. It seems I had already heard one of their songs in a different form on a Squirrel Records compilation called 'Nut Boppin' Whoppers'.

Fast forward to this week and I was out record shopping and I was chuffed to find that Candy Panic Attack have only gone and released a 6 track 7" EP on Cherryade Records. On pink vinyl no less. Lead song 'What's He Got That I Haven't' is simply a stunning piece of shambling noise pop. A bass rumbles, guitars crunch and the singer gets right in your face. Lovely stuff. The rest of the EP is equally thrilling. It's nice to see that the bands sound has remained rough and ready. I really love this band. All of their songs are under 2 minutes long. This is near enough perfect punk pop to these ears.

Trev for indie-mp3.co.uk.