Pure Evil, eh? For the uninitiated, the title of Puppy’s second album is significant. It encapsulates their portmanteau of sound that welds sublime melodies to riffs that make you pull a face like you’ve just smelt a fart. In a good way. Remember when you were a kid and you’d write a story or have an idea for a film and it would be loaded with all the most outrageous bits, explosive set-piece after explosive set-piece, dreamed up in a way that prioritised thrills over discipline? That seems to be how this London trio writes songs. Again, in a good way. The best way, in fact. At all moments during these 13 tracks, brilliance abounds. The Kiss possesses a dreamy guitar line that brings Blind Melon to mind, while My Offer’s pinched melo...