Revisiting this ramshackle brilliance after a few years on the shelf (and eleven year after it first appears in these pages), I'm struck by what an impact inept punk can have. When the band is just not quite right, just listening can make me anxious in the best way - which is exactly what ILLICIT do. Plodding, deliberate, determined, rudimentary UK punk slogs likely recorded sometime in the early 1980s. Comments to the initial post indicate that the band were from Telford, and that's all the background I can offer. Imagine DEATH SENTENCE (UK) deconstructed and fukkd to hell, bashing through their teenage years in an absent's parent's garage. Rough? Absolutely. Pure? Absolutely. Listen to "Bombs" and don't think about what you're hearing - think about what they were hearing.
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