Hunx and His Punx – Street Punk Hunx and His Punx – Street Punk

Hunx and His Punx - Street Punk (2013)

Hunx and His Punx – Street Punk (2013)

I’ve come to accept that the best way to listen to Hunx and His Punx is alone in holey argyle socks and well-past-comely pink panties (if you’re a dude, ladies don’t need no context to RAWK!) and almost unsafely gin drunk.

I think it’s something in the juniper that slips a man just so sublimely into the slippery postcard swank and swagger. I mean, it works for Gay Singles. It works for Too Young to Be in Love (though, MAN, were there ever secret tears there). It even works for Hairdresser Blues (one Sunday, at least, though whatever happened between then and unemployment left that album to linger in an unspeakable hole of regret…also, no Punx, which may have been the issue).

So, it’s a bit of a shock to hear Rear Admiral Hunx toss me a record that I can enjoy so greedily with beer. Schlitz, to be precise (it’s been a lean few weeks at the East Coast Pinpoint satellite) but I imagine you could have just as good a time with Natty Ice or Busch or Labatt if you’re feeling like a tuxedo millionaire or I guess you don’t REALLY need to be playing the half-naked Crying Game beer pong solo in a room full of one-eyed Tabby foster cats (I know, right?!?!) to enjoy Street Punk but it sure as fuck fucking helps because this record is one madcap ride on the glamour waste train.

And, BOY HOWDY, do I ever want to make shameless self-love to it by the window over and over and over again because inasmuch as the history of Hunx has offered me sock hop sentiments and jingle-sneer barbs against Morissey, Street Punk straight up fucking shreds in a way those cocksure Brooklyn brats, the Beasties (whose “Egg Raid on Mojo” is played straight as nails here), could have only ever blearily fantasized in ’83 because I’ve had a hardon for punk since I was a pre-teen but the older I get the harder it is to find a band that plays young, dumb and sexy right if ever at all.

And I know it’s a bit of shtick but I don’t give a shit. Street Punk is the sound of a band balls deep in a leather jacket racket that just can not be fucked with and, no duh, I love it and the fact that Shannon Shaw (of the Clams) pretty much steals the fucking show time and again (most notably on “You Think You’re Tuff” and “Don’t Call Me Fabulous” the latter of which, I mean, HOLY FUCK! [sorry Hunx]) just makes me want to tea bag this album so hard.

Huh. That doesn’t seem right.

Whatever, man. Just listen to Street Punk. Get weird. Let your flesh light shine.

Street Punk Tracklist:

1.Bad Skin

2. Everyone’s a Pussy (Fuck You Dude)

3. You Think You’re Tough

4. Borne Blonde

5. I’m Coming Back

6. Mud in Your Eyes

7. Street Punk

8. Don’t Call Me Fabulous

9. Rat Bag

10. Egg Raid on Mojo

11. Kill Elaine

12. It’s Not Easy

Hunx and His Punx - Street Punk, reviewed by Charles on 2013-08-07T03:14:07-07:00 rating 3.7 out of 5

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