Introducing: Chinese Burn
I walk into Gloucester Guildhall late afternoon at a great punk all dayer and I’m instantly struck by this amazing band on the stage.
Chinese Burn are from Stroud and play tight, economical melodic punk. It’s razor sharp and no riff is wasted. They have the amphetamine rush of classic 1977 punk but with a modern twist. Their frontman is a great, gonzoid punk rock look with the sort of leering maniacal faces that Wilko Johnson deals in. He hangs off the mic stand, throws those splayed leg stances of the first wave punk rock frontman and sings in a highly effective punk rock yelp.
Every song dealt by the five piece is an effective rush of ideas with catchy tunes and fiercely intelligent arrangements. It’s like a time capsule from a time when punk had no rules, a time when there was no dress code, the band’s scruffiness and natural charisma adds to their intrigue – I need to see more of this band.