It's been said before, but I'll say it again. King Adora are pure sex. They're a hot, dirty, illicit shag against the wall with a complete stranger.Their name comes from a giant dildo. All their songs are about sex. They're a dirty weekend personified, and the trail of blood and spunk Placebo once left made flesh. They're also pure, raw punk brilliance. Even Matt's voice oozes sex. Actually, it varies between oozing sex, and screaming sex. Smoulder is one giant orgasm of a song, quick, vigorous, and hitting all those special places at once, Cops is a grating, grinding, growlingly vocaled rogering in the back of a police car, bionic is so dirty mud would run from it screaming if mud could actually do that, and Big isn't beautiful takes what everyone really believes, and turns it into another few minutes of intense, electrifying pleasure. Already setting the alternative world ablaze, it cannot be long before everyone else catches on. In a year when bands like JJ72 have graced the charts with their beautiful, but but essentially inoffensive angst-rock, King Adora added the punk sleaze they lacked and the indie nation needed. Not since the Manics has a band with this passion, and unabating punk brilliance been around. Keep an eye on them, they're going to be huge, and they're f*cking incredible.