Damn, there’s a plan! Write three songs with probably unrelated to anything but good for the Google searching titles and then hammer them into an EP using brute force before releasing said EP out to an unsuspecting public with mischief aforethought and you have&8230;probably the untidiest and anarchic band seemingly determined to escape the mediocrity of central Scotland.
The Modests sound like they have been plugged into the mains (and not just your average power socket on the wall but the proper three phase powering the whole damn building so don’t lick your finger and stick it in it box on the wall). Shouting and howling through ““Sarah Michelle Gellar” (whatever happened to her?), “Phoebe Buffet” (can’t actually remember who she is) and “Elohesra” (probably a kebab shop?), this reprehensible post punk melody deprived riff fest band just plain work. Just try listening with the volume at past maximum whilst filled up with a belly full of cheap lager and you will be chanting rubbish loudly and punching the air in no time at all.
When I get elected Pope, I will make The Modests into cardinals. Then we shall truly rock the Vatican!