If the title to Puppy’s second LP sounds like a bit of a piss-take, that’s because it is. The kind of exclamation generally reserved for characters in shonky B‑level horror flicks, and battle-jacketed nerds digging into the darkest corners of their record collections, Pure Evil isn’t the most accurate description of the London trio’s blend of poppy hooks, alt. grit and traditional metal heft, but it does reflect the irreverence of the players within. This isn’t a band driven by macho posturing, pompous virtuosity or the pursuit of some kind of ‘kvlt’ credibility. It’s all about having fun making the music they love regardless of how weird, or naff, other people might deem it to be. “I think the binding energy for Puppy has always been leaning into those juv...
