Dedwardians – Love Sick/ Like An Animal

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Crawling the senses and imagination with mausoleum bred romance and a sound as carnal as it is predatory, UK garage punk/psyche rockers Dedwardians unleash new AA-sided single Love Sick/ Like An Animal, an encounter unleashing the beast in the passions. The release is a raw and primal proposition, a caustically bracing protagonist providing modern rock ‘n’ roll with an older devious seduction.

The new encounter follows last years acclaimed single damnn attention grabbing release igniting a feverish following which Love Sick/ Like An Animal will only inflame further. The London based Dedwardians expand their songs from a fifties rock ‘n’ roll inspired core, drawing in the darkest essences and warped delights of psychobilly, garage punk, psyche rock and more. The best way to describe their sound is the ravenous punk of The Cramps colluding with the fuzzabilly devilment of Eighteen Nightmares at the Lux to engage in illicit unions with the psyche dementia of The Dropper’s Neck and the gothic rockabilly charm of The Orson Family. It is a concoction which as mentioned made a gripping infestation for the first shadow cloaked swoop of the band and rises to even greater infernal irreverence and beauty with the new single.

Love Sick opens with an instantly addictive and tangy groove, the fiery enticing from guitarist Gaff almost insidious in its lure and reminding of Damn Vandals in tone and inescapable temptation. Jabbing beats from Dan Bridle skirt the image001toxicity soon after, adding predacious swings as vocalist Paul Gautrey begins unveiling the dark toned narrative. The heavy throated lure of Ben Auston’s bass only adds to the demonically erotic seduction embracing ears and imagination, almost egging on the darker tempting of the song as it immerses the psyche. Virulently contagious and greedily insatiable, Love Sick is raw sonic alchemy with grooves and hooks as spicy and venomous as the instinctively enslaving rhythms and emotively ravenous vocals.

The accompanying Like An Animal is no different, an organically lo-fi persuasion with its own unique and epidemically driven infestation of sound and hungry passion. The track simmers with a sonic coaxing initially before again grooves lay the first tasty bait, it all subsequently joined by a persistent and intimidating shuffle of drums and harsh scythes of guitar. The track is a riveting tempest, hooks and splices of melodic acidity spearing the tempestuous prowl of the song whilst Gautrey like a barker from the darkest depths, leads and directs the incitement with his expressive tones, backed by the rest of the band in rockabilly style. The track as its companion is pure temptation, from the bulging basslines to the hoarse vocal and sonic squalls, as well as the scorching melodic expulsions of inventive manna, simply irresistible.

The track having reinforced those references in sound mentioned before, also holds a potent breath of The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, and in many ways is probably the closest comparison to Dedwardians. For all like us who still mourn the end of that great band, we have a new contender to fill that gaping gap in British music. Do not be deceived though, Dedwardians is and has a sound unique to themselves and with the release of the new single will surely turn the ripe buzz around them into a full blaze of attention and ardour, especially as you are not likely to have heard many singles matching its brilliance let alone surpassing it this year.

Love Sick/ Like An Animal is available on Nov 24th @ https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/love-sick/id935793228?i=935793244&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

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The Mobbs – Garage Punk For Boys

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Ever wondered what would happen when you mixed ’77 bred punk rock with garage rock? UK rockers The Mobbs obviously did and with additional doses of sixties beat and R&B have crafted a sound which insatiably infests body and soul. In the mischievous shape of their third album Garage Punk For Boys, this adventure it is fair to say also provides one of the releases of the year. The accompanying promo sheet for the album suggests that “The Mobbs play a Wilko Johnson infused Billy Childish explosion”, an accurately pungent description of their sound but to that we would add the unreserved devilry of Radio Stars, the raw charm of Television Personalities, and the bracing fever of Thee Exciters in its armoury. The concoction is a riveting and exhilarating stomp with a hunger as shown by Garage Punk For Boys, which infects the listener from head to toe.

Formed in 2008, the trio from Northampton has persistently lit up stages, earning a rich reputation for energy strewn live performances, a stirring presence backed up and spread further by their greedily received full-length It’s… The Mobbs of 2011 and its acclaimed successor Stiff Upper Lip & Trousers To Match last year. With a couple of singles equally stirring the passions, the band has been a live spark in the European garage rock scene, though it is easy to expect Garage Punk For Boys being the trigger to a far more ferocious spotlight upon the inimitable uniqueness of The Mobbs.

The trio of vocalist/guitarist Joe B. Humbled, drummer Cheadle, and bassist The Bishop, who is making his recording debut with the band on the album, unleash an instantly grabbing eighteen second punk brawl through Gpfb to set GPFB-FRONT-COVERthings off, following it with the magnetic grooving of Get Your Hair Cut. Bass and guitar cast the first spicy lure on the second track, before snipping scissors unlock a feisty stomp littered with a wholly seductive bassline and similarly alluring hooks. Matching the devilment of the sounds, Humbled incites ears and imagination with his raw and unfussy delivery, a boisterous and infectious enticing to misbehave or conform depending how you want to take the exceptional track.

Its bewitching bounce is followed by the tangy presence of I Am the Anticlimax, clanging riffs an easy enslavement from the first breath. With The Bishop adding another delicious velvety tempting on the bass within the crisp rhythms of Cheadle, the track entwines beat and vintage punk rock, kind of like The Rockin’ Vickers meets Leyton Buzzards. Striding with attitude and sonic enterprise, the song is an instant anthem, as so much of the album, an almost concussive and certainly inescapable treat whipped up by scything guitar and punchy rhythmic enterprise, everything lorded over by the compelling tones of Humbled.

Do the Bishop! comes next and is just the wickedest instrumental baiting possible. The skills of The Bishop seduce and rumble throughout whilst Humbled’s guitar launches its own virulent seducing as Cheadle smashes anything in arms-length resourcefully. With a tang of blues sweetness to its epidemic waltz, the song sets up further hunger in the appetite for the album before making way for the melodic causticity and intriguing narrative of Demobbed. The track is primarily garage rock but at times you can almost swear there is an element of The Undertones in its slim but impossibly potent sonic endeavour.

The hungrily vivacious ride of the album is taken to another level with We Don’t Need a God, a brilliant furnace of searing grooves and greedy hooks ridden by the punk honesty of the vocals. It is pure addictiveness, every twist and tenacious slither of bait soaked in infectiousness and anthemic irreverence, leaving feet, body, and soul blissfully exhausted and thoughts rebellious. Imagine The Masonics flirting voraciously with The Adicts and you get not only the heart of the song but arguably of the whole release.

The title track is next, romping with ears and nostalgia through jabbing beats and jangly hooks, its title summing up song, sound, and the whole garage premise which fuelled punk and garage rock at their outsets. It also has thrilling melodic warmth to its gentle uprising, everything aligning for an irresistible rousing of pleasure, taken on again by the blink and you miss shortness of second instrumental Chicken Run. Its enticing strut is swiftly pushed aside by the exceptional sonic commentary of Where’s the Punk Rock!?, angst and fury as much a part of its gripping clang and garage punk fever as creative relish.

Photo 1   It is not exaggerating to say that every song on Garage Punk for Boys is devious rascality, all instinctively and simultaneously appealing to the styles it weaves its propositions from, One Erotic Thought another fine example with its sixties spawned beat infused garage rock tromp. As here, they all keep feet and limbs as busy as ears and imagination, and whilst thoughts may not be erotic as the song reveals of itself, they are nevertheless keen to indulge in knavish practices after each encounter.

Put It in Your Pipe clunks and swings in next, riffs bulky lures courted by compelling bass craft and vocal devilment, everything framed by precise and eagerly wicked beats. Stepping out with a punk seeded swagger, the track also wears the mischief breeding charm and adventure of King Salami and the Cumberland 3 and the aforementioned Billy Childish, drawing out more lust for the album from the passions.

The final stretch sees the blues rock induced R&B stamp of Just as Bad as You light up air and ears first before the exotic swing of Mk II immerses senses and imagination in a sultry dance of the seven salacious temptresses, well in my dreams anyway. Both songs leave appetite as greedy as ever whilst closing riot of Mad! is an aggressively spirited and ferociously contagious garage punk assault, and oh so scintillating.

It is impossible not to drool from start to finish over Garage Punk for Boys, a release which if anything from punk to garage rock, beat to flirty rock ‘n’ roll gets the juices flowing, is a must. The thing with The Mobbs is they not only create sensational stomps but do it with a presence and flavour like no other, this simply makes them one of the UKs seriously exciting and innovative bands.

Garage Punk for Boys is available digitally and on CD now via Cravat Records @ http://themobbsuk.bandcamp.com/album/garage-punk-for-boys

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RingMaster 21/11/2014

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Manilow – Cease and Desist EP

 

 

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With the aggressive contagion of Fuckshovel, the sonic seduction of PiL, and the raw energy and antagonism of UK Subs, UK punks Manilow make a striking and irresistible entrance with debut EP Cease and Desist. Consisting of four varied and ridiculously compelling songs, the release is a spark lying in wait to ignite the passions of all punks past and presence, as well as the start of a potent and greedily devoured presence for the band.

Tagged as post punk but as much punk, alternative, and noise rock as that equally rich spice, Manilow springs from South London and has seemingly already brewed up a strong buzz around themselves in the year since forming. Now making a fuller and wider announcement of their presence, sound, and intent, the trio of vocalist/guitarist Dean Moston, drummer Gary Cardno, and bassist Paul Chamberlain stir up a nostalgic and distinctly fresh and antagonistic storm with the excellent Cease and Desist EP. Co-produced by Part Chimp’s Tim Cedar and mastered by former Quireboy Guy Bailey, the EP twists and stomps with a creative relish and down to earth attitude which seizes the imagination whilst inflaming old school ears and fresh adrenaline fuelled bodies.

Cease and Desist opens with Missing, an instantly caustic blaze with bluesy riffs and grooves flirting with throaty bass bait and heavily jabbing beats. Unpolished and excitingly abrasive, the track strides with a seventies breath recalling the likes of Angelic Upstarts and Ruts, and a garage punk scuzziness with whispers of the Stooges. It is an instantly and increasingly addictive encounter, easy to add limbs and voice to whilst it roars and provokes.Cease and Desist CD Cover

The following Law Here ventures into the post punk side of the band. From a potent and firmly coaxing cold bassline, guitars respectfully flare up and drizzle psych kissed sonic designs over ears and thoughts. That PiL reference is a strong whiff here with the breeze of keys provided by Chamberlain tempering and seducing that appealing scent. Perpetually colourful in its elegant and reserved but caustically toned flight, the song swirls and growls like something related to early The Horrors and The Damned whilst transfixing ears with constant resourcefulness and magnetism.

Things kick up another gear with the final pair of tracks. Firstly there is the brawling tenacity and charm of Control Issue. From its first second, riffs snarl and badger the senses whilst the beats of Cardno rap with fresh menace. Fuelled by the aggressive tones of Moston, the song seems to grow in attitude and contempt but invites further listener participation with its terrace like bred chorus and sonic invention. It is a rip-roaring treat of a provocation matched by the closing might of Vitamins. A resonating throb of bass announces its intimidating appearance, a predatory lure swiftly wrapped in a sonic acidity from Moston’s guitar. From within the impending assault a rhythmic hypnotism emerges, Cardno soon gripping feet and hunger with a Wire like temptation. It is not too long either before compelling and contagious hooks leap at ears and passions, their simple but irrepressible enticement the lead into a vocally raw chorus. With spicy blues hues brought through the melodic and scorching endeavour of the guitar to flirt with the uncompromising hook driven spine of the song, the closer is a riveting and blissfully satisfying end to an excellent debut.

Punk in all its shades and corners is going through a thrilling adventure right now, especially in the UK, and adding another fresh and delicious string to its bow is Manilow.

The Cease and Desist EP is available from October 10th @ http://manilow.bandcamp.com

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RingMaster 10/10/2014

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The Black Waterside – Self Titled EP

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Like a bottle of fire breathing bourbon which as soon as you take a taste you are addictively hooked, the sound of UK rockers The Black Waterside instantly grabs the balls and passions to create a lustful understanding and hunger. Fusing the richest spices of blues, psychobilly, Americana, and vintage rock ‘n’ roll then fuelling it with a modern attitude and aggression, the Kent band has created a unique and ridiculously flavoursome proposition in sound and their self-titled debut EP. It is a masterful blaze of dirt encrusted and grouchy rock ‘n’ roll with irresistible drama and pure devilry to its every note and syllable, and simply irresistible.

Formed in the latter stages of 2011, The Black Waterside draws on inspirations from the likes of Tom Waits, Sun House, Kill It Kid, The Cramps, The Clash, The Black Keys, and Led Zeppelin to create a fascinating and explosively provocative sound as evidenced by their thoroughly impressive EP. Imagination and passions drips off of every skilful chord and rhythmic swipe emulated by the great grizzled tones of vocalist Adam Bray and the riveting canvases of the songs themselves. They are dark adventures which are as unpredictable as they are imposingly dramatic and incendiary to the imagination, and all irreversibly compelling.

A ‘vintage’ radio introduction to the band sets the opening shot of Four Minute Warning! in motion, before ragged riffs and beats instantly ignites senses and appetite with their rockabilly snarl. The gravelled tones of Bray soon covercountdown the full force of the song from within its initial addictive bait, the guitars of Holly Kinnear and Dan Lucas dancing feistily across ears as the throaty lure of Joe Whalen’s bass adds another delicious texture and enticement to the swiftly enslaving song. A blues swagger and breath cloaks the bouncy stride of the song, similarly spicing up the flames of enterprise and sultry designs of the guitars. It is an anthemic treat; feet governed and urged on by the thumping beats of drummer Jim Davies whilst body and passions are led into salacious endeavours by the swinging groove of the song.

The sensational start is matched by Whorehouse Down On The Southeast, another immediately fascinating and enthralling proposition. The track makes its own captivating start, though this time there is grouchiness to the vocals and rhythmic enticing which is no less inviting than the more embracing start of its predecessor. A hungry scything of electrified riffs ignite on the senses from virtually its first breath whilst rhythms tumble relentlessly to incite another wave of hunger in the passions. There is no escaping the trap for thoughts and emotions, especially with the entrance of the increasingly potent roars of Bray backed this time by the just as potent and gripping vocals of Kinnear. It is a powerful mix matched by the increasingly thrilling blues vapours and contagious twang which breeds its own temptation within the explosive track. Like Seasick Steve meets Tom Waits at the instigation of The Reverend Horton Heat, it is another striking and virulent contagion to devour greedily.

   Brand New Cadillac has that psychobilly tang and swagger which never gets tiring, a confident rebellious stride entwined in guitar and bass grooves which flirt with every note of their wonderfully toxic tempting. There is much more to the song though, a surf wash of acidity and an imposing cloud of garage punk bringing dramatic textures and diversity to the stunning track. As hot and heavy as a vat of blazing liquor and passionately intensive, the track is pure infectiousness and wholly enthralling, especially in its closing twist where Bray shows the qualities of his clean delivery in a simmering bed of emotive seduction.

The release closes with Wrong Side Of The Track, a slow crawl of blues fire which croons as it wraps a sizzling sonic and lyrical narrative across the imagination. A real slow burner in comparison to the previous tracks, it evolves and increases its potency over its length and time, showing further creative depth and musical invention in the band which can only lead to excitement and demanding anticipation for their subsequent adventures.

A must for every fan of blues and psychobilly too quite simply rock ‘n’ roll, The Black Waterside is a lustful addiction just waiting to offer you its first inescapable lure.

The Black Waterside EP is available now @ http://www.theblackwaterside.bandcamp.com

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9/10

RingMaster 02/09/2014

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The Dropper’s Neck – Line Me Up For The Firing Squad

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If you have not yet immersed in the mutated brilliance of Second Coming, the debut album of UK noise provocateurs The Dropper’s Neck, then firstly shame on you and secondly now is the time to immerse into the psychotic flight and sound of the band with their new single Line Me Up For The Firing Squad. Drawing on all the essences which instilled their album as one of the most striking and impressive releases of 2013, the band explores darker corners of their deranged imagination with the new single whilst forging a stronger rapaciously contagious causticity to their startling sound. It is a glorious onslaught of invention from a band evolving from something exceptional into a major player.

Bred from probably the darkest untoward psyches of Essex, The Dropper’s Neck formed in 2011 and soon had fans screaming in lust, and fear no doubt whilst dogs howled and cowered as rats sought out sinking ships, with their emerging irrepressible presence. Forged with inspirations of band such as Gallows and Queens Of The Stone Age as well as Pulled Apart By Horses and Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, their sound swiftly took hold across the south of the UK as their debut EP was unleashed before the exceptional Second Coming sparked a country wide attention from fans and media alike. The album was as mentioned a thrilling slab of sonic and rhythmic devilry, one seemingly cultured by the hybrid stock of Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster and to a lesser degree fellow UK band Engerica. It led to a familiarity to its songs which only added to the potent spicery at play. Now Line Me Up For The Firing Squad shows the quintet of vocalist Lloyd Mathews, guitarists Chris Blake and George Barrows, bassist Jack Turner, and drummer Danny Keene, hatching a more unique and distinct sound to them, a proposition which The Dropper’s Neck are all the more better for.

A hypnotically rabid fury of noise and garage rock with all the antagonistic punk tenacity you could wish for, Line Me Up For The Firing Squad is right away a sonic buzz saw on the senses with a rhythmic punctuation which is as flirtatious as it is intimidating. From its first artillery of beats, the song is sending down cascades of warped grooves and sonic rapacity which swamp the senses. It is barely a few seconds before the squalling vocal grazing of Mathews is adding to the addictive animosity, but that too as the sounds around him, is part ferocity and part tenderising before he unveils a more composed and seductive enticement with a clean delivery which entwines with his abrasive roars.

There is a metal seeded aggression to the guitars and riffs within the song too, and a hardcore spillage across the vocals, their united tempest climbing rabidly all over the imagination. To that mix a predatory garage punk hostility drives the rhythms, though again everything comes with the devilish seduction that the band spawns all their songs from. Like a brawling maelstrom of Melvins, Cancer Bats, Queens of the Stone Age, and we still have to add but to a lesser degree Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, the single is a ravenous and unrelenting furnace of corrosive rock ‘n’ roll enterprise, i.e. quite brilliant.

Line Me Up For The Firing Squad is released for digital download on 11th August through iTunes, Amazon, Spotify and all other online outlets.

9.5/10

The Dropper’s Neck upcoming UK tour dates:

THURS 14TH AUGUST – DUBLIN CASTLE, LONDON;

FRI 15TH AUGUST – FUEL, CARDIFF;

SAT 16TH AUGUST – SANTIAGO, LEEDS;

SUN 17TH AUGUST – SOUTH SEA LIVE, SHEFFIELD;

MON 18TH AUGUST – OPIUM, EDINBURGH; TUES 19TH AUGUST – BLOC BAR, GLASGOW;

WEDS 20TH AUGUST – RETRO BAR, MANCHESTER;

THURS 21ST AUGUST – LADY LUCK, CANTERBURY;

FRI 22ND AUGUST – FITZHERBERTS, BRIGHTON;

SAT 23RD AUGUST – CHINNERY’S, SOUTHEND.

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RingMaster 09/08/2014

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Thom Bowden – Searching The Brittle Light

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From the release of his striking and impressive The Damage EP of 2012 there has been a healthy dose of acclaim placed around UK musician Thom Bowden and keen anticipation bred for his debut album. This week sees the unveiling of Searching The Brittle Light and those hopes are sure to be satisfied with the ten track encounter. It is not a release which impacts as potently and consistently as Bowden’s previous proposition but certainly it brings another wash of the rich potential within his songwriting and highly agreeable sound.

Surrey based, Bowden takes inspirations from the likes of The White Stripes, Nick Drake, Dresden Dolls, Fugazi, and Neil Young into his imagination catching enterprise. As mentioned The Damage EP brought strong attention and responses from fans and media alike, something you can only see the album repeating and increasing. A collection of songs written when Bowden was ‘at a low point in his life’, the album was recorded with and mixed by Steve Albini (Pixies, Nirvana, Manic Street Preachers) and mastered by Steve Rooke at Abbey Road. Inspired by some advice offered whilst the artists was in Chicago by Kim Deal, the album brings a raw honest intent and beauty to the ears. There is also a slightly more adventurous variation across the songs than on the last EP, a move you can only respect and embrace even with its slightly mixed success in comparison to the consistency of the previous release.

With guitarist Richard George and drummer Steve Matthews alongside Bowden, the album opens strongly with Click!, a song taking mere seconds to seduce ears and thoughts with its opening seduction of sultry blues kissed flames. a2137786508_2The slow swipes of guitar are soon joined by punchy beats and a darkly drawing bassline before the great expressively twanged and unpredictable voice of Bowden starts revealing the lyrical narrative. His voice and a rich essence of the music has a Frank Black like temptation which only adds to the smouldering enticement, an invitation which burns increasingly brighter as the song evolves and spreads its senses sizzling charms. The feisty stride of the track is an incessant call on the passions whilst the increasingly warped vocal delivery which by this point has a more My Red Cell essence, Bowden sounding similar to frontman Russell Toomey of the defunct Welsh band, only captivates with mischievous bait. It is a strong and gripping start to the album which without lighting fires sets up a keen appetite for its offering, a hunger soon spicily fed by the second song.

So So Long makes a controlled and infectious entrance, guitars and rhythms a simple but entrancing lure to which Bowden’s grazing tones lay angst spawned invention and caustic passion. The track never lifts its gait to anything more than a slow determined canter but with expulsions of sonic heat and expressive melodic energy, the song irresistibly wins over ears, again thoughts of the previously mentioned Welsh band coming to the fore. It is a masterful slice of sonic magnetism bringing a licking of lips. Its potent presence is followed by the ballad My Arms, the song a union of voice, guitar, and emotive textures which certainly stirs up thoughts and attention but brings an unexpected and underwhelming halt to the thrust of the album. Obviously a highly personal offering, it is hard and impossible to dismiss, or not enjoy, but the song is a wrongly positioned rein on the passions for personal preference.

The following Control brings the temperature and energy back with accomplished and thrilling enterprise. Rhythms roll invitingly through the ears as guitars swerve and let fly with melodic scythes of enticement and sonic tempting which reawakens a thirsty imagination. There is a definite eighties new wave feel to the track, another shade of familiarity which in different designs attractively flirts with most of certainly the rockier numbers on the release. As it continues to tease and impress, the glorious song casts a web of inventive guitar endeavour, melodic mischief, and sonic alchemy to treat and seduce the emotions; it all aided by an emerging Pixies sounding toxicity.

Next up How About It? slips into a gentler hug of emotive intimacy and melodic caressing around a spine of shadow involving rhythmic invention from drums and bass. It is a slowly burning temptation which takes longer than certainly the previous song to persuade but emerges as a deliciously riveting and evocative highlight of the release. Its broody success is followed by the forty five second instrumental , a piece which is just there before the outstanding With Pace unleashes its grunge spawned sinews and punkish desires. As its title suggests, the track romps with swift, heavily thumping feet and fiery riffs around which rapacious grooves and fuzz encased vocals flirt and rage respectively. There is no escaping a Nirvana comparison but as elsewhere it only spices up the brawling encounter. The album and Bowden seems to wear inspirations on their sleeve, definitely more than the EP, to predominantly bring stronger aural colours to embrace.

The raucous air and exhaustive pleasure of the triumph is swiftly tempered and brought back to the ground with the folk seeded reflection of The Water Is Cold, a decent and strikingly performed song but again an underwhelming shift in scenery and suasion. Its emerging emotional stringed flight and expressive vocal coaxing does light thoughts and feelings, but there is the thought that the track would be better served elsewhere in the order or set on a separate release to find the reaction it deserves.

The bluesy plaintive cry of In The Ground comes next to stir up a nest of satisfied thoughts and emotions with its persistent tendrils of sonic imposing and fiery enticement around another roar of vocal lament and expression. It is a track which you want more of before the final elegant balladry of Sweet And Tender brings the album to a musically and lyrically rueful close. Soaked in more folk seeded melancholy it is a captivating end to a fine if inconsistent album.

     Searching The Brittle Light is an impressive next step for Bowden but because of its intent and bravery in stretching its boundaries may be fails to match its predecessor. The songs are a clear step on in craft and maturity let alone invention but the album feels like two releases in one which defuses its impact whereas separating them into EPs of rock and ballad seeded tracks might have brought the showcase and clarity they deserve. Nevertheless Thom Bowden is an exciting talent which will be creating remarkable and keenly devoured statements ahead, we for one wait eagerly.

Searching The Brittle Light is available digitally, on vinyl, and CD now via Audio Candle Records and @ http://thombowden.bandcamp.com/

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7.5/10

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Dick Venom & the Terrortones – The MonsterPussy Sessions

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Still fresh from infesting our psyche with 7” single Invasion Of The Spiderqueen, Britain’s warped rock deviants Dick Venom & The Terrortones return with the just as salaciously compelling The MonsterPussy Sessions. The new EP provides five tracks of juicy sex encrusted rock ‘n’ roll soaked in the inimitable flavouring distilled and increasingly spiced by the Nottingham quartet. It comes with a new breath of individuality too, a stronger uniqueness which twists the inspirations from the likes of The Cramps and The Stooges into a richer vein of their own distinctive carnal devilry; quite simply it is the band’s finest slice of dementia yet.

Since forming in 2010, the band has been drenching audiences in live sweat and juices across the UK, recruiting eager bodies to their mischievous stomp of psychobilly, garage rock, and old school rock ‘n’ roll. Sharing stages with the likes of The Meteors, Bad For Lazarus, Demented Are Go, The Radiacs, Vince Ray & The Boneshakers, and Vince Ripper (ex-Alien Sex Fiend) has left a lingering mark just as their own one of a kind shows and releases. The RockinRollin VampireMan EP was the first to play havoc with morals and bland music followed more recently by Invasion Of The Spiderqueen. Now with a line-up of Wrex St.Clair and Dusty Vegas alongside the frontman, the band unveils an even more potent case of rascality and mischief upon the imagination for equally increased rewards.

     Valley of the AlleyAlligator Girls sets things in motion with a blues kissed flame of guitar coaxing and swiftly joining enticing rhythms, each a sultry lure on their own whilst together a captivating bait ready for the magnetic vocal Dick Venom & the Terrortones – The MonsterPussy Sessions prowling of Dick Venom. There is an immediate swagger to the song that recruits an instant appetite for its striding temptation and sex tinged horror kissed lyrical narrative. There is the heated and commanding stroll which is to be expected from the band but also a thrilling fire of a solo and a rhythmic shakedown into the song pointing to a new breath to the songwriting and aural tempting of the band. It is a masterful feet recruiting and passion igniting start to the release which is straight away backed up by next up BellySlam City.

The second song boldly walks in with its own individual striding and ear provoking incitement. Beats pounce with an eager reserve whilst the guitar offers an almost stabbing enticement amidst the rolling bassline. It is a simple but potently persuasive romp with the warped colouring of the band oozing from every limb igniting twist and creative shrug of its old school shoulders. Like Gene Vincent meets Lux Interior with The Pirates serenading both with trash rock revelry, the track seems to bask in the lustful hunger shown for its raw charms before making way for the dark seductive spicery of Crypt Tonight. Bass and rhythms throw out a net of rock ‘n’ roll shadows with virulent hooks whilst Venom canters over its canvas with his pouncing syllables and lustful expression. Again a garage rock blues bred toxin plays pleasingly with senses and thoughts as the release shows more of the richer maturity and diablerie coursing through songs.

The delicious garage/surf rock tempting of Dead DeadBeat Delinquent teases and thrills ears next, its prime hook an irresistible breeding of addiction to which fire cast riffs and dangerously hypnotic rhythms prey. It is a glorious roar of punk ‘n’ roll driven deeper into the passions by Venom’s bracing roguishness. The best song to come out of the band, certainly recorded, the track leaves psyche pumped and energy aflame ready for the closing No Good To Get Up To. The track seemingly is driven by its predecessor too, it’s thumping beats and high kneed entrance an agitated enticement of contagion and hot creative juices which spill into washes of sizzling soul infused squalls. The impressive burn of a track brings one exceptional release to a mighty and mouth-watering close.

Though there can never be another to rival The Cramps, it has not only been us who have thought Dick Venom & the Terrortones had the potential to be the British equivalent in potency and influence of subsequent sounds and artists. There is a long way to go before the band reaches those heights but The MonsterPussy Sessions shows that the possibility could definitely be a reality if further great impressive steps are continued.

The MonsterPussy Sessions is available now digitally and as a ltd edition cassette on Jailhouse Morgue Records @ http://terrortones.bandcamp.com/

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9/10

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