Formed from the ashes of Late Capitalism, London quartet Italia 90 are revolting in both senses of the word. Listening to their sardonic missives on life in the rainy fascist island is like being beaten over the head with a blunt instrument or cut into with a razor sharp blade, depending on their mood. Haters will say they’ve got all the nuance and musicality of a stewed auld fella at your local still yelling about Orgreave and Watney’s Party Sevens, but those in the know will tell you they’re the offspring conceived in a grotty threesome involving Mark E. Smith, Lemmy, Klaus Dinger and two dozen pints of continental lager.