DeadAudioSaints – The Purge EP

 

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Imagine the raw energy of early Therapy? and the industrial snarl of Pitchshifter aligned to the passionate fire of Reuben with the virulent melodic seduction of Queens of The Stone Age, and you get a keen idea of the explosive thrust and creative tenacity to the contagious sound of UK rockers DeadAudioSaints. Theirs is an aggressive yet warmly anthemic incitement which across debut EP The Purge, leaves you feeling like the prey to their musical intent and focus of their inventive persuasion.

Formed last year, the trio consists of the brothers Danny (vocals/ synth) and Corey Jones (bass/guitars /synth) with childhood friend Tyla-Joe Connett (bass/programming). Their most potent inspirations the band lists as 30 Seconds to Mars, Placebo, Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie, and Queens of The Stone Age though to be honest apart from the last they are very low whispers in a sound which is not sculpting new templates to follow but definitely providing a fresh and striking not forgetting distinct voice to British rock music. Their first grab at nationwide appetites has been recorded with Matt Eliss (Skarlett Riot, Black Spiders) and The Purge EP swiftly sets out all the reasoning to make DeadAudioSaints a band to pay close attention to now and ahead.

The release opens with current single and title track, from its first breath a song which scorches the senses and incites the instinctive rocker in us all. A sonic tease turns into a simmering wail across a predatory bassline and matching 51EgX2CUlnL._SL500_AA280_rhythms, their instant stride n imposing waking call to the imagination. The song is soon a blaze of hungry riffs and antagonistically appealing vocals caged by the increasingly potent rhythmic provocation. With senses binding grooves and an industrial metal swagger, the terrific track is an incendiary brawl of sound and bounding enterprise which leaves you only wanting more.

It is followed by Tear Apart which also makes a dramatic entrance with rigorously strolling riffs, a flavour of early Marilyn Manson unmistakable, and equally rugged beats crowding ears with muscle and intensity. It is not a savage demand though with another dose of infectious hooks and grooves playing with the passions whilst the vocals of Danny and band add to the irresistible invitation of the imaginative track. Less urgent than its predecessor, the song still unleashes a hefty weight and pace to its enticement to ignite body and emotions.

The Game is a darker encounter, its emotion and presentation shadowed to reveal another creative landscape in the band’s sound. The song almost stalks ears and thoughts, its intensive emotive narrative matched by the raw and dark tones crafted by bass and guitar and coloured provocatively by the dramatic keys. It is a slow burner compared to the previous tracks but a song which still captures the emotions without reserve if with a less lingering bait than the other exploits of the EP.

There is a great caustic air to the next up Don’t Like You, a fusion of punk voracity bringing a stronger roar to the stirring and addictive contagion of its romp. The bass finds a delicious growl to its tempting whilst the rhythms again charge with strenuously flexing sinews. It is a brute of a song, guitars and vocals flaring with creative endeavour and passionate energy, everything combining for an addictive proposition, though straight away shaded by the closing rampage of Taking Control. If the last was a brute then the closer is a carnivorous beast, bass and drums again laying down a seriously compelling and voracious canvas upon which a weave of Pitchshifter like abrasing and Therapy? bred relentlessness erupts in a fire of creative toxicity. It is a scintillating tempest of sound and energy, a torrent of invention which ebbs and flows in its assault yet never relinquishing the strength of its melodic enticing and giving it moments to uncage a venomous brilliance. Electro rock, punk, hard rock, and alternative metal all rolled up into one, the track is a severely gripping storm and the pinnacle of the EP whilst with the title track impressively bookending an explosively thrilling release.

Raw in all the right places and elegantly creative throughout, The Purge is a maelstrom of sound and ideation which suggests that DeadAudioSaints has a very healthy and rewarding future; certainly our ears and hearts will on the evidence of their debut.

The self-released Purge EP is available from September 1st through all stores including http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00L6NTJCA/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00L6NTJCA&linkCode=as2&tag=uberoc-21

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9/10

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King Canute – Drive EP

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When UK rockers Ghost of the Highway came to an end two years ago fans were definitely left with a hole to fill in their enjoyment. Rising from the ashes, band member Johnny Lett (bass/vocals) has alongside Chris Woollams (drums/vocals), easily brought a new provocation to thrill over and bridge that gap in the compelling shape of King Canute. Fusing heavy rock and punk in a much more ferocious and raw yet voraciously imaginative brew than previous exploits, the duo made an immediate impression when emerging last year and its continues in the potent brawl of new EP Drive. Four tracks which roar and incite with unfussy and magnetic tenacity, the release is a storm not exactly setting out into new scenery for UK rock but undoubtedly giving it and fans a compelling adventure to keenly embrace.

Hailing from Guildford and Harlow, since forming King Canute has taken little time in raising support and attention with their at times uncompromising sound. They have lit up stages alongside the likes of Slaves to Gravity, Zico Chain, Idiom, Bad for Lazarus amongst a great many, as well as drawn acclaim with debut EP Cutting Teeth, it receiving equally strong media attention. The release which featured Jamie Lenman (formerly of Reuben), set down a feisty first marker for the band which Drive now pushes deeper with a richer persuasion, the Gavin Monaghan produced EP leaving ears and appetite with a new hunger for the band.

Cocaine Skank is the first encounter on the EP and instantly entwines ears in a mesh of vibrant rhythms and tempting bass, both increasing their coaxing in urgency and persuasion as the song evolves into a punchy incitement. Hooks King Canute Cover Artworkand short grooves add to the appealing and raw texture of the song whilst the vocals offer a potent expression and raw honesty to the proposition. A healthy punk antagonism crowds ears and riffs too whilst there is an alternative rock invention to the twists and turns the song seamlessly strides through.

The title track comes next and takes a more considered gait into its just as swiftly appealing presence. With scythes of chords and sonic temptation sweeping behind the strong vocals of both men, and a thumping rhythmic prowl inviting the fullest engagement, the song is a simmering hostile and openly anthemic enticement. Essences of Queens Of the Stone Age colour the impressive song but it, and the others making up the EP, most of all spark thoughts of nineties British rock band Skyscraper. Its captivating impact is matched by the following Trash Talk. Primarily electro punk but with aggressive abrasing and mildly corrosive melodies, the song is a mix of OurFamous Dead and Hundred Reasons with a touch of Alkaline Trio yet unique King Canute all the same.

An electro coaxing swiftly leads into the caustic arms of bass as Hellmates begins bringing the release to a close, jabbing rhythms and the similarly honest and expressive vocals of the pair soon joining the contagious bait. The song’s swagger is an instantly successful lure whilst the slipping into slower evocative moments, without gripping as potently still leaves thoughts and emotions enthralled. The song is again punk rock at its heart but the electronic veining, which equally pushes the potency of the song, and the exceptional intimidation of bass with its gnarly flavouring, all go to create a fresh and inventive proposition.

Drive confirms and reinforces the impressive emergence of King Canute whilst suggesting of greater things and more dramatic sounds ahead. That may come in the shape of the band’s debut album which they are currently working on for a 2015 release. Time will tell but it is hard not to have a healthy anticipation for its arrival thanks to the richly satisfying Drive EP.

The Drive EP is released 1st September and available through all good digital outlets.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 31/08/2014

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Spooky Jefferson’s Ideal Lunchbox – House of Dolls

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Ever wondered what the warped and twisted offspring of Madness, Oingo Boingo, and Mr Strange would be like? Then welcome to the dark ska-deville world of Spooky Jefferson’s Ideal Lunchbox.

Entwining the revelry of ska with the insatiable temptation of psychobilly and dark hearted vaudeville theatrics, Spooky Jefferson’s Ideal Lunchbox is an irresistible incitement to question your sanity to. Hailing from Tyne and Wear, the septet is a full on drama and irrepressible mischief which through their new five track EP takes ears, imagination, and passions on a non-stop mystery tour. House of Dolls is a thrilling proposition which makes you wonder why ska and horror has not prolifically mixed before. Better late than never though, and if you are enjoy walking with the dead, aliens, and the kind of fantasies only the mind of Tim Burton can conjure, all to the swinging sounds of devilish invention then this is a band for you.

The opening of Spooky’s Lunchbox sets the Graveyard Calling released EP, a UK-based cassette/digital label, off in fine riveting style. A lone piano offers its haunted expression initially to tease thoughts and nudge the imagination. It has coveran air of a dusty run down theatre holding a steampunk breath of old and modern. The instrumental soon has the senses and thoughts embraced in its noir bred shadows, the keys continuing to evocatively colour the scenery under melancholic sax lighting. It is a mesmeric enchantment which leads straight into the celestial charm of Aliens. It is a coaxing soon immersed in a ska driven stomp, the steady rhythms of drummer Raggz Chandan hand in hand with the dark lures of bass cast by Rob Carrol enslaving an already firm appetite for ska. It is barely seconds before feet are jerking in unison with the jagged riffs of Allen Humes whilst the delicious expressive keys of Davie King incites ears and the flaming sax lures of tenor sax player Dean Wiseman and Ben Creaser on alto sax take care of the imagination once again. It is a gloriously striding song which if you ask us is basking in the attention of its alien abductors and their invasive investigations. The vocals of Kieran Jobling have a rawer less polished feel, his expression flirting and enhancing the drama of the scenario and song perfectly. At times the song apart from those earlier references has an essence of Mojo Fury about it and also for unsure reasons eighties punk folk band The Dancing Did. As eccentric as it is virulently infectious, the track is a riveting adventure which is as impressive crooning as it is running with nostrils flaring.

The following Do You Know? is another breath-taking instrumental dance, this complete with manic chuckles and demented urgency. Like Night Boat To Cairo off course and going through the tunnel of a Ghost Train, the track is inescapable bait for body and soul and it is a sad parting as it drifts into Freak Show. The track soon creates its own unique and seductive adventure though, to hold all attention and thoughts. Adding a carny like atmosphere with Jobling like a side show barker, the band writhes suggestively with its inventive bedlam of lyrical intrigue and musical unpredictability. Like the final blast of devilry for lost souls, the song’s finale is a crescendo of wanton melodies and lustful rhythmic lunacy which could be a distant cousin to those found in Cardiacs.

The title track brings the release to a close, a sonically sepia piece of drama linking it with its predecessor before the song dances into ears on its melodic toes led by another delicious tease of piano. Veering to the more folk side of sound, think Tankus The Henge, the track strides with an air of knowing that it has the listener in the cups of its hands. Melodies sway and caress whilst rhythms swing with a robust tenacity, and as for the brass they croon with a slightly melancholic breath to complete the soulful yet haunted landscape of the song.

With a healthy diversity and compelling drama across its tracks, House of Dolls is pure pleasure, especially if a rich dose of ska and theatrical madness is a tasty brew for you. Spooky Jefferson’s Ideal Lunchbox is not exactly creating a new style of music but they are certainly crafting a template as yet undiscovered.

House of Dolls is available via Graveyard Calling @ http://graveyardcalling.bandcamp.com/album/house-of-dolls digitally and on very Ltd Ed Silver-screen grey cassette.

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9/10

RingMaster 28/08/2014

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Demoni – Day of Demoni

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Described as a ‘surfabilly band which fuses punk rock beats, psychobilly bass, and surf guitar’ it is easy to go slightly astray with expectations over US rockers Demoni and their much more flavoursome sound. Certainly those essences make up the core of the band’s sound as evidenced on their outstanding album Day of Demoni which recently had its UK released via British cassette/digital label Graveyard Calling, but as the nine track rampage infests ears and ignites emotions there is plenty more to the band’s alchemy of invention. At times there is a hard rock fury at work, and in other moments a seventies glam teasing at play, whilst throughout there is a pungent whiff of fifties honesty to it all. Day of Demoni is a thrilling onslaught which dares to be just that little bit different in the world of psychobilly whilst embracing the seeds of the genre with a full ardour and revelry.

The Boise, Idaho trio take inspirations from the likes of Cramps, Dick Dale, Mad Sin, and Misfits to their adrenaline powered and relentlessly voracious sound. An early self-titled demo in 2008 seemed to draw strong attention but it was with their albums Dawn of Demoni a year later and Day of Demoni which was released in 2012 that a spotlight really hit the band. It was an interest which has only been enhanced by the band live which has seen them play shows with the likes of Koffin Kats, Chop Tops, Three Bad Jacks, Stellar Corpses, The Hedcat, Sawyer Family, The Recently Deceased, and The Rocketz. Their new UK release of Day of Demoni sees the five songs which appeared on the US version joined by one originally found on the first album and another pair from the band’s Surf City of the Dead release, as well as one more track. Together they combine to make one of the most exhaustingly enjoyable encounters to hit the UK shores this year.

From first track And Now the Screaming Starts, band and release has the imagination bound and ears hungry. It opens with a sonic squeal before launching into a thunderous charge spiked with spicy twangs of warped grooving. Riffs coverand rhythms are in top gear within seconds, their eagerness almost ravenous as they swiftly build an anthemic temptation upon which the smooth delivery of vocals lay perfectly. The click of drum stick wood on rims is irresistible whilst the brawling attitude of the guitar is contagious persuasion, but it is the unpredictable slides of grooves and caustic melodies which turns the outstanding song into a classic.

Its glory is followed by the instrumental Black Lagoon, its stomp speared by a hook which is fifties seeded but coming with a seventies air. That initial temptation is soon evolved into a sultry surf rock enticement though both lures switch and entwine across the rest of the compelling track. Like a sonic stroll across a blood soaked beach beneath a sinister moon, the track has the imagination casting its tales whilst feet still find no respite from the involvement inspired by its predecessor. The magnetism of the song is intensified in the exceptional They Crawl, another virulent surge of riffs and rugged enterprise equipped with a cowpunk lilt and riotous hard rock intent. The song is as persistent as the protagonists in its lyrics, scampering relentlessly with tireless rhythmic feet and feisty sonic tenacity. Sparking thoughts of  Koffin Kats and Tiger Army, the track is another peak to the album and makes one wonder why the band has not been recognised over here before.

Scared to Death is no slouch in setting ears and passions ablaze either, it’s almost smouldering sonic presence and rhythmic control, certainly compared to the previous song, a transfixing instrumental narrative providing another surf spawned slice of heated suggestiveness. Its sultry presence makes way for the fiery and robust harrying of the imagination unleashed by Night of the Creeps. Thumping heavy rock beats courted by a caustic punk abrasing of riffs offer a contagious tempting from which vocals and acidic melodies surge with eagerness. Again a heavier rock aggression adds to the flavouring whilst at times there is a softer melodic catchiness which merges easily with the strenuous suasion of the song. You can almost call it as psychobilly pop punk.

Both No Pain No Gein and Beware the Moon bring another twist to the album and satisfaction, the first akin to Turbonegro with its punk rock rapacity but also you can hear tinges of Nekromantix and The Ramones in its rowdy enterprise. With the bass a delicious standout texture and voice to the song, it is an insatiable stomp swiftly matched in sweaty contagion and voracious energy by its successor. There is an immediate sense of The Dickies to the punk side of this song whilst its expansive psychobilly design offers up suggestions of Mad Sin and a little of Rezurex. It is a flaming beast of a track and another to squeeze out a little more lustful acclaim for the release.

The album uncages a final two slabs of thick persuasion through first of all the instrumental scourge of blistering riffs and niggling grooves that is Session 9 and lastly Die! Die! Die!, which is maybe an instrumental too many on the album but such its exciting climate and creative blaze it is impossible not to greedily devour its presence. They make enthralling climaxes to a ridiculously addictive release, which itself sets Demoni as a thrilling new protagonist for British psychobilly appetites.

Day of Demoni is available via Graveyard Calling @ http://graveyardcalling.bandcamp.com/album/day-of-demoni digitally and on very Ltd Ed blood-red cassette.

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9/10

RingMaster 28/08/2014

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Ragweed – Parerga

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Raw, abrasive, and sonically uncompromising, Parerga the new album from UK sludge punks Ragweed is one of those treats you did not know you had a lustful appetite for but soon breed an insatiable hunger towards upon introduction. A caustic maelstrom of punk, sludge metal, noise, and psyche rock, band and release is a delicious violation of the senses with hooks and grooves as irresistibly appetising as the webs of corrosive noise wrapping their lures. Imagine a mutated union of XII Boar and Fugazi with Swell Maps and The St Pierre Snake Invasion, all stirred with a healthy spoon of Melvins devilment and you have Ragweed.

Formed in 2012, the Brighton band has gone through a few line-ups before the duo of duo of vocalist/guitarist Tom Adamson and drummer Nick Spooner linked up with bassist Joe Dann at the end of last year (though Spooner has recently now left the band). Gaining a fine reputation and following for their live shows, the Ragweed had already released the well-received Double Chalker EP before the current threesome were united but it is easy to feel that Parerga will be the break through release, certainly to a more potent and wider recognition.

From the first gnarly strains of Dann’s bass which opens up first track Black & Scaly, ears and attention are gripped, with appetite swiftly following especially with the subsequent squall of guitar confrontation leading to bracing grooves. Ragweed Album CoverThe track is soon prowling with a devilry and shadowed temperament, riffs infectious bait to which the swinging beats of Spooner impose greater suasion. Vocally Adamson switches between a discord kissed yet smooth delivery and raging expulsions to match the crawling weight and addictive posture of the track. It is an outstanding start which flirts through the inventive craft of the band but is primarily a predator of the senses and imagination.

The following Dermol Dispenser whips out contagious grooves from the start, teasing and exciting ears with their catchy enterprise and carnal intrusion before entwining them with slower lumbering twists. Elements of Fra Pouch and Therapy? offer hints across the also feverishly compelling song, whilst the underlying twang which erupts to stronger clarity at times is surely Pantera inspired. The track keeps the album a seriously impressive confrontation which is backed just as mightily by Nip The Bud. Offering a funk seeded groove from the off within a less concussive web of noise than previous songs and scything guitar strikes, the track twists and entices with a garage punk ingenuity stalked by another superbly enslaving bass sound and adventure. It is a brilliant proposition, Television Personalities, The Fall, and even a whiff of Red Hot Chili Peppers whispers in the tempestuous warped majesty of the song.

     Strange Colour rumbles in with a heavy weight gait and intent next, bass and beats a primal incitement to which the guitar of Adamson saws and snarls away irrepressibly. The monotone lilted vocals add to the inescapable temptation whilst the guitarist’s coarser roars enhance the ever present punk voracity which soaks the song and whole album. The track alone proves that Ragweed is a band able to provide a rich and captivating meal for fans of punks, metal, doom, and stoner infused sludge rock with ease.

Both the unpolished propositions of Divorce Reality and Gun Fever keep ears and appetite hungry if without quite matching their predecessors. The first is a more metal driven stroll but with a sultry groove which simply smoulders threat and seduction. Vocally the song lacks the bite and invention of earlier ones yet with invention to the causticity of the guitar and imagination to the rhythmic gallop and bordering on sadistic savagery of certain twists, it is a magnetic encounter which gets better and better with time. Its successor is a bruising and brawling slab of punk antagonism which again lacks the spark of others but still breeds a need for more with its merciless and relentless sonic rabidity.

The release closes with George Moshington, another intensive tangle of ravenous grooves, biting rhythms, and virulent sonic temptation. Bass and guitar spin a net of ridiculously addictive endeavour which the swings of Spooner punctuate with just as riveting venom and ferocity. The track is an incendiary and tremendous conclusion to an outstanding album which will and deservedly should, push Ragweed to a new eager and extensive spotlight.

The self-released Parerga is available from Monday 18th August

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9/10

RingMaster 17/08/2014

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Studfaust – Where The Underdogs Bark

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It is hard not to be turned on by a heavy dose of dirt encrusted, liquor encroaching rock ‘n’ roll and it does not come in much finer form than that which spills voraciously from the might of Norwegian protagonists Studfaust. A third heavy rock, third filth coated metal, and the final segment pure punk rock, the sound conjured up by the Oslo/Bergen hailing trio is pure venom fuelled antagonism. Imagine The Exploited and The Damned in their early days in salacious cahoots with Twisted Sister and Black Sabbath in the distinctive bed made by Motorhead and you get an idea of the weighty thrills and hostile rampage which makes their new mini-album Where The Underdogs Bark one of the year’s treats.

Studfaust was unleashed in 2011 by vocalist/guitarist Tore Bratseth aka Stud Bronson (ex- Old Funeral, The Batallion, Bömbers) and Bård “Faust” Eithun (Emperor, Blood Tsunami, Mongo Ninja). That same year they recorded and released debut single Half Human, Half Dynamite /1980’s Ladies to strong responses, its vinyl release via Soulseller Records subsequently sold out whilst their gigs equally stirred up attention and fans. The line-up became three soon after with the recruitment of bassist Pete Evil (Blood Tsunami, Mongo Ninja, Hellride). Again uncaged through Soulseller, Where The Underdogs Bark riles up ears and passions from start to finish with an instinctive wickedness which easily suggests it could and should trigger the widest spotlight upon them, certainly its devilry deserves it.

Half Human, Half Dynamite is the first riot to accost ears and instantly sets the juices flowing with raw and abrasing riffs aligned to urgent rhythmic provocation. Vocally too the track simply sparks the purest punk rock instincts Studfaust cover 2400x2400whilst grooves and spicy hooks tease and play with the imagination through mischievous rapacity. It is a glorious stomp and easy to see why the eager reception when released as that first single.

The following title track is just as feverishly contagious and incendiary. Caustic riffery from guitar and bass is courted by a simple but ridiculously addictive groove from the off as Eithun swings his sticks with all the muscular contempt he can muster. Within two songs Studfaust shows they have no interest in anything other than adrenaline driven, dirt kicking rock ‘n’ roll with a metallic predation to its raw devilment, the second track the perfect example with its unfussy and bordering on hostile ferocity.

A southern rock twang flirts with ears and thoughts as the next up Hell Is Full embraces the senses. Its gait is a slower heavy metal stroll than that of its more abusive predecessors and similarly veined with a repetitive and relentlessly attentive grooving and enterprising sonic causticity. There is a fire in the belly of the song too which gives it a distinctive toxicity to the others, whiffs of AC/DC and Turbonegro enhancing the abrasive seduction before it all departs leaving the floor clear for the punk aggression of Street Judges Gavel to roar and spill its feverish sweat upon it. A sense of Discharge adds another hue to what is, like all tracks, a seemingly Lemmy and co inspired canvas of middle finger energy and honest senses abusing creativity.

The outstanding Erection Of The Egoist with its ravenous and carnivorous bass swagger and infection spewing grooving takes the album to another irresistible level. The vocal squalls driving it are as uncompromising as the viciousness of the rhythms whilst that imposing lure of Evil pungent bait is as trapping s ever, but the real submission grabbing edge of the track comes with the lethal hooks and spicy grooves out of Bronson’s guitar.

The release closes with firstly The Devil Of Mine and its punk fest of flesh flailing riffs and rhythms bound in funk infested basslines and lastly the irreverent temptation of 1980’s Ladies. The first of the two growls vocally and musically with a pissed off attitude and intensity whilst its successor is sheer glam punk ‘n’ roll, kind of like Sex Pistols meets Towers of London for an inescapable and infectiously addictive rampancy.

Where The Underdogs Bark is not trying to invent or even reinvent the wheel but for a bodily fluid soaked slab of real rock ‘n’ roll it is hard to think of anyone who has thrilled and impressed as much as Studfaust do on their album. A must for all punk and metal infused rock ‘n’ roll fans everywhere.

Where The Underdogs Bark is available via Soulseller Records now @ http://www.soulsellerrecords.com

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9/10

RingMaster 15/08/2014

The Karma Party – Illumination EP

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Last year The Karma Party unleashed one of the most thrilling confrontational propositions with the Dark Matters EP and now they return with another voraciously captivating and antagonistic incitement in the shape of the Illumination EP. Continuing the ferocious blend of punk, dub, and hardcore infused with plenty more invigorating flavours, which marked out their last release as an essential moment of 2013, the UK quintet has honed their ‘punk-step’ incitement into an even more inventive and evocative adventure. Without losing the snarl and bite of their politically charged lyrical intent, there is a new maturity and exploration within their songwriting and sound as evidenced on the new EP, an evolution which again results in an irresistible stirring up of thoughts and emotions.

Hailing from Blackpool, The Karma Party as mentioned made a potent and imposingly striking introduction with Dark Matters last year, surrounding and following it with a live presence which was as much a lure to the passions of fans as their release. Touring extensively with bands such as Random Hand, Dirty Revolution, and Jaya the Cat, the band in between EPs additionally recruited guitarist James Routh, also the bassist for Sonic Boom Six, into the line-up of vocalist Marc ‘Merc ‘ Walker, guitarist Liam Carroll, bassist Dave Cowley, and drummer Luke Hesketh. Now The Karma Party as expected go for the jugular with their new release, a commanding encounter which sets ears aflame, thoughts provoked, and passions stirred.

Opening track World War instantly proves the band has lost none of its antagonistic prowess musically and lyrically, emerging from distant scenery with electro enticing it erupts into a muscular imposing of jarring rhythms and jagged TKP Illumination 1500x1500riffs entwined with sonic grooves. Shards of electronic expulsions litter the growing landscape of the song all the time whilst the vocals of Walker and the band prowl with provocative intent across the brooding drama. It is not as dramatic an entrance as you might surmise but a severely compelling one which soon adds extra seduction through the smooth croon of Walker before unleashing a sinew clad bounce of contagiousness for the chorus. There is an edge of King Prawn to the track once into its full stride as well as the insatiable revelry of Sonic Boom Six which maybe was inevitable with Routh producing the DIY release, but also a rawness which adds an extra lacing of causticity and attitude. The song continues to engage ears with shifting invention and thoughts with its firm yet not preachy lyrical narrative for a thoroughly captivating and potent start to the release.

It is a beginning soon taken to another level with the following Under Surveillance. A track which carries an air of Asian Dub Foundation from around their Punkara album, it opens with a delicious carnival like tease of sound which is soon stomping with contentious resourcefulness and devilry. It is a mesmeric introduction enhanced by the riveting throaty sound of Cowley’s bass. Into its keen punchy stride, the song stalks and inspires the imagination addictively, vocals pushing the honest narrative whilst guitars and keys create a web of infectious mischief and commanding intimidation which like the emerging invention simply ignites the senses. Easily one of the most imaginatively virulent persuasions to come along this year, the track steals the passions with ease.

Democracy offers its own belligerent sound and scathing vocal incitement next, the track as raw as it is adversarial. From a relatively underwhelming start, compared to its predecessors anyway with the production less sharp than elsewhere especially around the vocals, the track brews up a punk bred endeavour which soon takes its own specific slice of the emotions. Riffs and hooks almost taunt with their temptation whilst keys and melodies bring a toxicity which flourishes within the punk challenge and a subsequent dub- step enterprise. It is a strong and rigorously convincing track but one which feels pale against the previous tracks and the next up End of an Empire. With a ska seeded jangle of riffs and pungently probing swipes of rhythms aligned to thought challenging vocals, the track toys with band harmonies and floating melodies from the keys to impressive effect before building a climax which fires up the senses with agitated energy and sonic vivacity.

The EP is closed by its title track, arguably the most boldly inventive song on the encounter. Piano and vocals with reflective expression and melodic balladry open up the track before growing a bloom of energetic pop infused incitement which is as catchy as it is surprising. The track reminds of now demised band Dead Til Friday who themselves crafted a spellbinding melodic seduction of a song which startled from the band’s more expected direction. The Karma Party though is not a band to let the listener settle easily, turning the elegant poise and magnetic suasion of their song into a fury driven rabidity to match the attack of the lyrical side of the track. With metallic riffs and badgering beats crowding ears as forcibly as the vocals, the song is a dramatic treat which until its last breath persists in wrong footing and exciting its recipient.

It is a strong and potential loaded shift in the band’s sound, and one which probably takes a little longer to tightly grip than the songs which raged in first release. But with a striking boldness to their growing invention and that ridiculously captivating flair The Karma Party has for igniting everything from ears to feet, imagination to emotions, Illumination is another excuse to hail its creators as one of the UK’s seriously impressive and exciting bands.

Illumination EP is available now digitally @ https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/id904057478 and physically @ http://thekarmaparty.bigcartel.com/

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8.5/10

RingMaster 12/08/2014

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