Bad Breeding have been described as “the best new punk band in Britain”, which immediately elicits two contradictory responses: an excited desire to hear them, and a disappointment that a band might be generating this kind of heat via such tired/tried and tested formulae – punk fast approaching its 40th birthday, and all that. But the interesting thing about Bad Breeding is that, while you’re listening to them, they dissolve all notions of now and then and make you feel as though you’re hearing this noise for the first time.
They come from the council estates of Stevenage (a solitary grim tower block is featured on their SoundCloud), a commuter-belt new town on the fringes of London where, according to one of their four early tracks (they formed in December 2013), “nothing really happens, except nothingness itself”. The four members have part-time jobs “eking out a meagre living” in construction and spend their evening-hours squashed together in a small room coming up with their crushed collision of bass, guitar and drums. They have kept a low profile to date because they want to avoid adding to “the viral litter and meretricious trends that develop online, which only go to showcase the kind of cultural zero we’ve reached as a society”. Another of their tracks, Burn This Flag, was played on Radio 1, but really they’re more concerned with creating a sense of community wherever they go.