Okay, so we’ve been pretty hung and strung on a lot of the fairground runaway, bubblegum blow-out garage rock lounging up and down America’s West Coast recently. We’re unashamed suckers for simple, bashful and gangly teenage pop melodies and wish we could either pull a wheely on a motorcycle or look convincing in a leather jacket. Since neither of those ambitions look particularly feasible, we’ll probably keep living vicariously through obnoxious and handsome little snotty pop songs the like of which Hunx and his Punx spew out their noses seemingly at will until something comes along to wrestle our affections away from it.

Now, whilst most of the three-chord tearaways we’ve featured so far make no qualms about rustling around in the handbags of nineteen-sixties girl groups for their perfumed and powdered production merits, Hunx goes one step further – sounding like a man not only in thrall to those girly pop acts but actually possessed by them, as songs like the equally delicious and disturbing “Hey Rocky” struggle to exorcise their sweet little long deceased spirits through the flesh and bone of a slapdash punk rock runabout. Johnny Thunders in his sister’s underwear with hairbrush in hand, there’s a strange androgyny to Hunx, a strapping man usually donning little else but a pair of zebra-print y-fronts yet taking on the character of a young girl and singing in a bizarre sugary whine about having a crush on a fictional boxer that is frankly terrifying, and of course completely hero-making with it.

Hunx And His Punx – Hey Rocky

Hunx And His Punx’s next single comes out via our chums at the brilliant True Panther Sounds . Pay them a visit and bag a copy whilst they’re still around.