Hailing from the trendy Shoreditch section of London, Flats is on the front lines of the anarcho-punk revival even if they’re the only ones around. Admittedly informed by late seventies UK insurgents like Discharge, Crass, and Rudimentary Peni, they’re setting themselves apart from the boring heap of London punks by placing themselves squarely in your face. The band has kept itself busy over its short career, releasing three seven inches in half a year through their homegrown label Sweat Shop Records.
Led by a curly-headed urchin named Dan Devine, they’re setting their sights on the shameless fakers in the indie and mod set. NME inexplicably once called Devine “the most charismatic man in Shoreditch,” but they weren’t far wrong. When Noisey followed the band for the night of their biggest-ever-gig in London, we were introduced to a series of drunks, punks, and weirdos that stormed the stage and lobbed beers at the band. In the unhinged world of British punk it’s hard to imagine a more flattering gesture, or one that’s more justly deserved.