Thatcher’s Snatch

Reviews

Thatcher’s Snatch White Collar Man EP

THATCHER’S SNATCH popped onto my radar a couple years ago with their brilliant self-titled debut EP, so I was excited to get my grubby paws on this follow-up. Straight away, the opening cut grabbed my attention with an eerily familiar bass line. They’ve torn more than a few pages from the UK82 songbook and used them to make a cut n’ paste ransom note-cum-love letter addressed to cider-swillin’, glue-sniffin’ gutter punks the world over. Snippets of various influences poke through in each song, but it never comes off as cheap or contrived. That opening bass line I mentioned? It’s a dead ringer for the riff from “Tube Disasters” by FLUX OF PINK INDIANS. Later in the song, when the chorus kicks in, the low register backing vocals are uncannily similar to those found in the classic VICE SQUAD anthem “Last Rockers.” These recurring instances of homage are like cracked little easter eggs for spiky-haired nerds. I don’t think most bands could pull this off without it seeming totally derivative, but THATCHER’S SNATCH have their sound (safety) pinned down so well that it bolsters the experience rather than tanking it. Highly recommended.

Thatcher’s Snatch Wapping Dispute EP

From its tongue-firmly-in-cheek EXPLOITED rip-off sleeve, down to its carved-into-a-school-desk naughty schoolboy name, the fellas from THATCHER’S SNATCH indulge in a form of worship of ’80s UK culture like they’ve got caught drinking Carling Black Label on Top of the Pops by Bruno Brookes. Normally this kind of carry-on has the whiff of a Kenny Everett skit rather than something to take seriously, but here’s the thing, right; it’s actually properly fucking good. Tackling targets as disparate as Antipodean egg-chaser turned professional bigot Israel Folau and striking printworkers in ’80s Wapping, it packs a rhetorical wallop in its eight minutes; and that’s not to speak of its lightning turbo-charged UK82, like if MENACE or ENGLISH DOGS had stuck their fingers in a plug socket.