The title of CLT DRP’s (that’s ‘clit drip’) second album is either a partial lie or incredibly self-deprecating. It’s truthful in that there are buckets of feelings – pain, angst, feminist rage, with a streak of sass – on display across its 11 tracks, but really, it’s cleverer than it gives itself credit for. Indeed, if you’ve think you’ve heard everything punk is capable of, the Brighton trio have enough electro-infused ammunition to make you change your mind.
The band’s knack for synth wizardry is arguably their greatest strength – it’s not only the most individual, innovative quality of their music, but a weapon with multiple purposes. The throbbing, siren-like electronics in the title-track transform it into a deliciously dark dancefloor anthem, while the noisy NEW BOY feels as disorientating as being in a room full of harsh, flashing strobe lights. Meanwhile, the haunting I See My Body Through You – a brutal vignette of the experience of being viewed through the male gaze – beautifully intertwines the two opposite poles of their sound with soft, glimmering verses and a punky chorus that bares its teeth as much as its soul.