While it seems like a lot of bands mining the whole scuzzy noise rock sound have been popping up all over the United States like diseased rabbits these past years, England has been lagging a little behind — but fear not, Leeds’ Blacklisters are here to redress this unbalance and deliver one hell of a noisy, sleazy, and heavy racket that is likely to appeal to all fans of music that requires a nice shower after listening.

There are two things that raise the band above the pack. First, there is a slight sense of math-y rock skill that pushes the music into all types of odd time signatures and disorientating shapes. It helps give the music a certain shot of something more, which shows the band members are willing to push themselves a bit. Also, there is a nice sense of sleaze and unseemliness to the whole endeavor, which just gives it the right sort of so-wrong-it’s-right mood. I mean, anyone can learn to play the notes, but when you capture the intangibles along with the music, you have something special there.

The sarcastically titled “Clubfoot By Kasabian” kicks it off with some brawny and distorted blasts of guitar, along with vocals that go from a slur to a scream at the drop of a hat. “Swords” takes a more a more choppy, mid-paced groove, while “NiceGarden” works the whole loud-louder aesthetic to great effect. “OK47” and “Hero Of China” up the punks by being fast, nasty slices of noise. “Ask Yourself A Questions” throws some jazz into the mix, while closer “Shush” is a heavy, slow, doom-inspired instrumental that shows the band going into a more “twisted” metal direction.

In a year, when a lot of good noise rock records have been released, Blacklisters has crafted one hell of a debut that should help them stand out a bit from the pack. This is some seriously twisted noise rock, with a nice sleazy attitude to it, that should not be overlooked. Other bands might have more hyped releases, but this one delivers the goods.

(Learning Curve Records, no address provided)