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Todays live salty snack...London Flavours Premium British Crisps: Oak Smoked Chilli. They smell like bar-b-que, you know the bbq flavours before mesquite came to be all up in the system. They look like a mid weight chip that's somewhere between kettle cooked and baked. Upon consumption, I found a chip with a good dense crunch and the odd air pocket of flakeyness. Seasoning is generous, very salty chips. Flavour has a mild mesquite sweetness with some very present bbq smokey flavour. There is a decent chilli afterkick, but lightweight enough that you don't break a sweat. These chips are a new flavour without necessarily being foreign. The oak becomes more and more present the further that I get into the bag. Bangin' bag of crisps.

Keeping it on that UK tip. Until recently I had only heard OF the Brighton band Gnarwolves and not actually heard them. Something about the name just didn't click with me. Well, recently something triggered me to check out their bandcamp page (I can't remember what it was..Razorcake review?), and gee golly am I glad that I did. Gnarwolves are a punk band. Their sound is a mash of various sub-genres. I just started listening to them last week and didn't get around to ordering any records until this week..so I'll get me some physical shortly. That said, my first impressions of them are somewhere between a midwestern pop punk and skatepunk base with a healthy dose of early to mid 2000s emo and touches of post punk and tech/speed punk (short hand description would be the grandchild of The Flatliners with Taking Back Sunday, Red City Radio and...I dunno, Caves?..with Wilhelm Scream being their great uncle). Plenty of galloping drums and harmonies. Yes (if you're not from Brighton or the surrounding area) they have discernible accents. Lyrics are of the non-joke variety without being humorless and delivered with emotion that doesn't come off as a put on. I'm thoroughly enjoying their S/T and Chronicles of Gnarnia, gonna spend some time with those two before venturing onto their album that came out last month, Outsiders. I came late to the party, why change it now.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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