My Last Duchess

The worst punk band since <a href="spotify:artist:4BFMTELQyWJU1SwqcXMBm3" data-name="The Stooges">The Stooges</a>.

Rotten riffs, lazy lyrics, crappy costumes; My Last Duchess is a speedball injection of primal angst and teenage pretentiousness. Disillusioned by the gauche caviar of modern bands, the Duchess set out with one goal in mind: &#34;destroy&#34;. Playing everywhere across the West-Midlands let them build up a reputation as one of the most frantic live acts to be seen- smashing up equipment, performing inside the audience, swinging from the ceiling and even inviting the crowd to trash their instruments. In a very short time they went from filling out basement shows to almost kinda sorta filling out O2 venues.

Forming as a counter-movement to incelcore My Last Duchess wanted to put women back in control. This feral four-piece aims to obliterate your ear canals with their chainsaw guitar-attack and acidic vocals, adopting the schizopunk sound of contemporaries such as <a href="spotify:artist:3EGZ4QLDfFV29CvUSXA5us" data-name="TzarBombah">TzarBombah</a> to hammer anthemic battle cries of lust and violence into your skull.

Nobody leaves the venue alive. Stay schizo- it&#39;ll save your life.