Thanks to John Waters and The Wire, Baltimore lives in people’s minds as a seething pit of gleeful perversion and municipal degradation, and somehow the music made there meets those bizarre expectations. The last time we went to Brighton it was not like Baltimore. It was nice. Like London, but smaller and cleaner and with a beach. Cold Pumas are from Brighton, but their raging kraut funk lashes like a loose Ponytail, channeling childhood into dreamy raw-riffed jams. Maybe Brighton has changed.
Cold Pumas – Jela [mp3]