Cold in Berlin are a real force of nature. Musically, they’re danceable grunge-punk, fast and brutal on ‘Inertia’, and scattering machine-gun rhythms on the battling ‘Break My Bones’. But it’s vocally that they make the greatest impression, singer Maya sounding as if she’s swallowed the Profanosaurus and is savouring every page that she sicks up. She’s the embodiment of the young, powerful woman she sings about in ‘Powerful Woman’, carnally assertive in a Karen O/ Siouxsie Sioux way on ‘God I Love You’: “I had a girl and she was perfect/ so I decided I would fuck her/ even though she had a boyfriend”. She constantly draws your attention, even though the songs don’t consistently maintain the same interest, but it all comes together on the fearsome but melodic ‘White Horse’: “there is no white horse/ you’re a stupid little fucker if you thought there was”. Like living through a bombing raid, this is noisy and intimidating rock’n’roll, exciting and invigorating when it gets things right.