'A blisteringly powerful, tight 3-piece who pound out a sinister, savage, and greasy mess. Hot as a neon jungle, dark as a Savannah night, these guys and grrrl come crawling out of the fetid swamp-bog of garage, punk, rock, rhythm and booze... Touched by the legacies of MC5, Sonics and Stooges, these shifty characters prowl the territories and borderlands hunting for fresh kill, never staying anywhere long enough to let the musical rot set in.
Hailing from a dark lair somewhere north of Soho, the pack have already performed a number of killings at secret waterholes around London.
The Hyenas stalk the stage, in turn snarling, skulking, drooling; poised before unleashing a punkrock shit storm of... spit, scowls, honey, fire, neon, perfume, sweat, vodka, money, grease, burbon, sugar, sin, fever, dirt, diesel, passion, friction, sex, whiskey and blood!!!...'
