We experienced the first pathetic snowfall of the year in the capital this morning, so naturally it felt apropos to round off the day with something fiery – the kind of music to make you emphatically aware of the blood coursing through your veins. Since Hot Milk entered their “rage era” this summer, they have become more than just “an emotion”, as they proclaimed last year. They’re on the best kind of pop-punk rampage, and we’re so ready to feel their burn.
Cassyette opens, embodying the same boiling vibe, and the siren drops some seriously enchanting grit. New song ‘Oops’ slips between noughties girl anthem and the shred power of pure YOLO, before we’re dragged into ‘Ipecac’, the bass excavating both a pit and a determined singalong. ‘Boyfriend’ inhabits the space between daydream and nightmare, revealing Cassyette’s softer side. When she screams and leans down to egg on a pool of moshers, the steely core of Cassyette’s sound is revealed, and we’re already having a top…
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