
The Fucking Hotlights hail from Buffalo, New York. It’s hard to completely pinpoint their sound, and I like to think that’s a good thing. If you try to imagine a mixture of The Icarus Line, Zeke, The Stooges and Black Flag… well, you probably still won’t quite be there, but you might be close to hitting the right vein. The best that I can really describe them as is a Rock ‘n’ Roll band, in its purest form. They play loud, raw, dirty and urgent music. They also seem to have some sort of a cat obsession, but hey – who am I to judge?
The band have one...