With their ever-mutating brand of jazz-and-country-laced punk, Opus Kink cut a singular figure in a saturated landscape. Making their name with incendiary, cult-like live shows, the band - formed in Brighton (UK) in 2017 - have developed a sound as elusive as it is recognisable, careening from tarantella (St Paul of The Tarantulas) to pounding death-disco (This Train) to music hall (Dust) to menacing, sluggish dirge (Malarkey). Underscored by their signature formidable horn section and ragged, sardonic delivery, the band bear passing resemblance to post-punk and no-wave acts like The Pop Group, Birthday Party and Lounge Lizards, but it’s the weaving of older, more traditional influences - choral, folk, country, Latin, Weimar cabaret, cruise-ship-crooner - into the fabric of their music that sets them apart. Through their songs concerning violence, evil, shame, troubled sexual politics, anxiety and emptiness, all served with a wry absurdist bent, Opus Kink craft an alluring nether-world for their increasingly voracious audiences to plunge into.