Liquid Meat – In Meat We Trust

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Want a slab of rock ‘n’ roll just to lose yourself in and let inhibitions slip away with, then try out In Meat We Trust the new album from German rockers Liquid Meat. The thirteen track riot is from start to finish an honest and mischievous fusion of heavy rock, metal, and punk rock with extras, which simply leads passions astray and body into an unbridled stomp of instinctive devilry.

The creation of German born Rocker Freddie Mack, Liquid Meat was formed in Los Angeles in 2004 and was soon playing a horde of gigs around Hollywood. Two albums followed before in 2011, Mack returned to his hometown of Munich which meant a new line-up was needed. This led to the recruiting of drummer Manu Holmer and bassist Max Horch, and unsurprisingly soon after the trio was back into the swing of playing shows, drawing attention, acclaim, and notoriety musically all over again. Earlier this year the band began recording the Indiegogo crowd funded In Meat We Trust with legendary producer Reinhold Mack (Queen, ELO, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, etc.), the result one mouth-watering rock ‘n’ roll party which enjoyably wears its warts and influences like a badge.

The album opens with Liquid Meat Anthem, an uncomplicated bruising of choice riffs and crisp rhythms aligned to a great bass sound which probably grabs attention most of all on the track. The growling vocals of Mack instantly reveal the grin in his delivery and the song, whilst the backing calls of the rest of the band lays swift anthemic bait. It is hard to ignore the Motorhead like causticity and charm of the track as it provides one strong and inviting entrance into the album.

The following song right away shows the unpredictable and diverse flavouring to come across the release. They Lied sways in front of the ears with a sultry blues haze to its sonic enticement before prowling around the imagination with a IMWT Cover_1funk bred swagger which has the markings of Infectious Grooves. Equally there is a punk air to the blend which only increases the persuasion, especially when provides urgency through the chorus which brings another tasty spice, this time a Rage Against The Machine colour. It is an infectiously flavoursome track with twists of drama and an increasingly addictive groove. Its triumph is immediately matched by the outstanding Punch The Clock. Its opening intimidation of bass and predatory rhythms makes for an intense affair though that is soon lost to a big smile as the track starts flirting with what can be best described as Macho Man does Pantera. Mack does his best wrestler vocal impression as a groove certainly related to the one in Walk binds attention and appetite. It is insatiable in its luring and delicious in its devilment with Holmer providing her most magnetic rhythms yet alongside the throaty bounce of Horch’s bass.

The best song on the album is followed by the smouldering blues revelry of Double Standard Blues and then the punk joy of Black Out. The first also has a swagger which grips imagination as well as ears, whilst as with most songs lyrically it brings a devilish tone to climb on board with. Though not at the same heights of the first songs, it still provides a pleasing proposition which its successor soon over runs. Teasing and exciting ears with a riff stolen from The Ramones songbook, so much so that you just are waiting for the “Hey Ho! Let’s Go!” chant, the song is punk ‘n’ roll at its most contagious; hooks and beats as potent and greedily devoured as the driving riffs and bursts of caustic intensity. The track is another which makes claims on that best track title.

Both There Is No God and Guilty As Charged keep things strolling along nicely, the first with a dark blues whisper to its almost psychobilly kissed blues breath, which reminds of Joecephus and the George Jonestown Massacre, whilst the second puts a lighter shade of the first to a raw and incendiary classic metal canvas. Each song leaves a dose of keen pleasure behind whilst the next up Rock N Roll Will Never Die from a reserved but alluring opening melodic flame, breaks into a virulently catchy stomp of old school rock toxicity with a fevered rhythmic energy. There are no surprises with the song but a flood of hooks and inescapable trappings which leaves ears and emotions on a high as lofty as that forged by the groupie salaciousness of Up Against The Wall, never has rock ‘n’ roll romance been so aurally addictive.

The decent enough fiery rock sounds of classic/blues rocker Road House comes next before another pinnacle of the album arrives in the shape of Fuck That. The track is a return to a more punk led rampage, its jabbing rhythms and scything riffs again offering a slight rockabilly flirtation whilst the bass roams around like an adulterous predator. Revealing a parade of impossible addictive hooks and grooves blessed with a Dead Kennedys temperament, it is another glorious encounter which leaves the remaining pair of songs a task to match and leave the album on a high. That they do with consummate ease though, Smoke ‘Em a grizzled protest and confrontation of bruising raw rock ‘n’ roll and final song, The Devils Music is a noir cloaked stroll with sinister intent and psychobilly/blues intrigue. As all songs the tongue in cheek honesty is as infectious as the great sounds and adventure it rides in upon.

It is fair to say that In Meat We Trust is not going to be the greatest album you are going to hear but it will be one of the most fun and irresistible.

In Meat We Trust is available now @ www.liquidmeatlocker.com

8.5/10

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Sassy Kraimspri – Cock Fight 2

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For dirty and sexy rock ‘n’ roll with little care for anything more flamboyant than virulent flirtation, Cock Fight 2 the new EP from Sassy Kraimspri, is a rigorous mischievous pleasure. Consisting of three tracks brewing up brawling storms of voracious rock with the antagonism of punk and salaciousness of grunge kissed garage rock, the release is a dirty contagious stomp reaffirming the impressive emergence of the Norwegian based band.

With the merged nationalities and skills of members from Norway, Australia, and the US, Sassy Kraimspri has been on a constant and attention grabbing rise since forming in 2006. They have played across the globe, impressing audiences from America, Canada, and Australia to China, Norway, and the UK to name some of the places hit, and earlier this year released the first in a trilogy of Cock Fight EPs. Cock Fight 1 roused ears and appetite for the band but now the second in the series thrusts the hunger bred for their presence into a new greed. It provides a blaze of hard hitting devilry which simply ignites the imagination and passions, making little more demand than you enjoy its adrenaline and invention brand of bruising revelry.

Recorded as its predecessor with Russ Russell (Napalm Death, The Wildhearts, Dimmu Borgir), Cock Fight 2 immediately lays down irrepressible and irresistible bait with the opening bestial bassline of Like a Drug provided by Cock Fight 2Lovely Linda Lustsalot. It is a primal lure soon joined by similarly addictive riffs and hooks from the guitars of Dick Deviant and Sassy Kraimspri, whose vocals blaze upon the ear the moment they touch. Driven by the resourceful and inciting rhythms of Etienne the Frenchman, the track swaggers with a defiant and saucy gait which itself enslaves attention. There is an instant indefinable familiarity to the song too, creating an old friend in new explosive clothes stance to make a recognisable yet fresh impact accentuated by the ridiculously anthemic chorus with its swinging hips and seductive lures. As the accompanying press release suggests there is a definite PJ Harvey edge to the vocals of Sassy whilst musically elements of L7 and Valentiine revel in the dusty hard rock and infectious punk exploits combined. The song is a riveting and extraordinarily thrilling encounter which puts the pressure of the other two tracks alongside it.

To be honest neither can match up to the first but each offers their own exciting and sweltering slabs of rock vivacity. Riot comes next taking a more deliberately even paced entrance punctuated by stabs of riffs and thumping rhythms stalked by again a deliciously sinister bass sound. The song prowls around ears as its settles into its intensive charm, melodies pouting and heavily stomping rhythms uniting for an incendiary persuasion led by the impressive fire of vocals. Bursting with rapacious expulsions of energy and coarse guitar adrenaline, the encounter ebbs and flows with a volcanic climate and ferocious enterprise, never leaving senses and appetite devoid of a tasty endeavour.

The closing Say What comes closest to matching the opening triumph with its outstanding adventure. Its first second brings a winding spiral of grooves and temptress bred vocals, each seducing with magnetic wantonness. The song continues to swerve with stirring melodic enticement and mesmeric vocal tempting, predatory riffs and rhythms urging full submission to which harmonies and those inescapable melodies bring mouth-watering rewards. It is a sultry and memory haunting end to a completely thrilling encounter.

As shown powerfully by Cock Fight 2, Sassy Kraimspri knows how to create and uncage rock ‘n’ roll to steal the heart and invigorate the soul, roll on EP 3 we say.

Cock Fight 2 is available via Lady Luck Records now.

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9/10

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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

RingMaster 04/07/2014

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In The Whale – Nate & Eric

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This week sees the release of the Nate & Eric, a fireball of rock ‘n’ roll from US duo In The Whale. The album is actually the putting together of the band’s last two EPs and if they have escaped your attention this is an encounter you should urgently add to your collection of crucial sounds. As eclectic as they are ferociously contagious, the songs making up the release are encounters bred in everything from old school rock ‘n’ roll and punk through to blues, garage rock, and plenty more. It is uncompromising, honest, balls out rock ‘n’ roll, and quite simply irresistible.

Formed in 2011, the Denver band consists of Nate Valdez (vocals and guitar) and Eric Riley (drums and backing vocals), a pair which much like Canadians The Black Frame Spectacle, turn two sources of roaring instrumentation into a full-on rapacious beast of sound and energy. In 2012 In The Whale unleashed debut EP Cake, a well-received proposition which was followed by a just as impressive live presence, which has seen the band play with the likes of Murder by Death, Local H, Reverend Horton Heat, and Electric Six as well as The Airborne Toxic Event, Agent Orange, Bob Log III, The Pack A.D. and Slash. Second EP Eric hit ears in the latter stages of 2013 with its successor Nate being unveiled earlier this year. Now the last EPs come together to create one of the most inspiring and mouthwatering propositions of 2014.

Nate & Eric opens up with the Nate tracks, and specifically Robert Johnson. From its first breath a flame of energy and intensity hits image10-5the ears through intermittent strikes of raw riffs and punching beats beneath the equally imposing vocal call of Valdez. Bluesy air oozes from all aspects too before the track settles into a predatory dance of raucous riffs and anthemic rhythms to which the vocals burn and roar passionately. The track is like a mix of the previously mentioned Canadians, Reverend Horton Heat, and Eagles of Death Metal, and just as devilish as that mixture suggests. It is Devil music and unapologetically irreverent in its infectiousness and psyche twisting charm.

If the starter was mercilessly tempting than the following Wedding Bells should be labelled as dangerous, its initial southern psychobilly twang toxic bait to which the band erupts into a garage punk enslavement with impossibly addictive pop punk relish. For less than a minute and a half, the track stomps with nagging rhythms and agitated riffs, leading into a ridiculously commanding chorus; this all under the again gripping vocals of Valdez. It is a fiery mix that Valdez and Riley conjure; alchemy of sound sculpted with an adrenaline fuelled inventive voracity through simply one predacious guitar, an antagonism lit drum kit, and flaming vocals.

Both the hard rocking Lake of Fire with its again blues kissed rabidity and the feverish brawl of Grandpa Pete keep passions and ears greedy, the first a frenetic blaze of stoner-esque heavy rock with punk urges. Acidic melodies and darkly shadowed chords equally add their potency to the fire dance, hooks and grooves just as prevalent and mischievously compelling too. There is a little tint of Wall of Voodoo to the song, though admittedly for indefinable reasons whilst its successor is pure punk revelry with metallic appetite. Holding a touch of I Am Duckeye and Melvins in its barging garage punk tenacity and devilment, the track is pure aural addiction.

The Eric half of the album begins with On A Roll and immediately a scrub of blues guitar swiftly joined by muscular rhythms and honky-tonk piano covers the senses. As Valdez opens up the narrative everything settles into an ordered yet disruptive canvas of unpredictable rhythms and searing melodies beneath those dramatically expressive vocals. There is a rich feel of Queens Of The Stone Age to the riot but only as a potent spice in a loudly individual proposition. Its triumph is followed by the best track on the release, The Clash seeded Girlfriend. Beats set out a plain but gripping frame for both men to lay down their anthemic vocal call before the track explodes into a blistering punk temptation. The Vibrators meets Rocket From The Crypt with that Strummer and co blooding, the song is an incendiary trap to dive into head first for the greatest pleasure and lustful satisfaction.

The release closes with Sunbeam where again the pair step into a stoner landscape but this time with coarse rock ‘n’ roll and seventies garage rock scenery. It is a smouldering abrasing of sound and sonic tempting, keys again adding richer colour to the riveting and shifting terrain of the magnetic provocation. It is a glorious end to a sensational release, as mentioned one which if the EPs individually have evaded your sweaty hands, is a must have, do not dawdle purchase. In The Whale expels rock ‘n’ roll in its purest yet adventurous form, a furnace to get persistently and brilliantly burnt by; the proof is all there on Nate & Eric.

The self-released Nate & Eric is available now!

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10/10

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‘GENERATION GRAVEYARD’ are Lonewolves, on 21st July‏

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Hotly-tipped UK metal punks ‘Generation Graveyard’ are poised to break out to the nation with their blistering new EP ‘Lonewolves’, which hits stores on Monday 21st July.

Inspired by urban isolation, an outcast lifestyle and social upheaval, Generation Graveyard are candid and straightforward, refusing to bite their tongues and be pigeon-holed. With a vast cross-section of influences stemming from hardcore, old school rock n roll, black metal and crust delivered with a vicious punk venom, Generation Graveyard have established themselves as the antithesis to the UK music’s current alternative scene.

 

Conceived at the end of 2009 and hailing from London, Generation Graveyard are 100% committed to the execution and creation of their craft. Through widespread gigging and intense rehearsing, the rising five-some have finely tuned their live show, which has led to them being selected for support slots with names such as The Misfits, Anti-Nowhere League, The 69 Eyes, Breed77, Black Breath, Viking Skull, Warrior Soul and The Defiled. The Londoners have also recently successfully supported Breed77 on their full UK tour.

 

Now the stage is set for the lively noiseniks to firmly stamp their mark on the UK scene and they have the ammunition in the shape of their new EP ‘Lonewolves’. The record bursts out of the blocks with the pounding openings of ‘Abominate/Desolate’ which goes right for the jugular and it’s a real introduction to what’s ahead. The blistering punk rock fury of ‘Human Hive’ is next up, as it attacks your senses at breakneck speed. The stout ballsy vigour of ‘The Empty’ continues in supreme vein before the vibe shifts with the industrial guile of ‘Deletist’. The record closes with the anthemic and down-right fantastical ‘Lonewolves’. Miss this band at your peril!

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Smilex – La Petite Mort

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Part devious, part psychotic, and all compelling, La Petite Mort is an album which revels in uncompromising and distraught rock ‘n’ roll. It is an encounter which sits easily alongside recent gems from imaginative UK protagonists like Mojo Fury, The Dropper’s Neck, and Japanese Fighting Fish, from a band crafting and inciting for over a decade garnering a sizeable reputation. Oxford quartet Smilex now look ready to stand alongside the greats of the UK scene with their new album under their thrilling creative wing. It is a mouthwatering adventure, one which is wonderfully unpredictable and occasionally meandering in its success but most of all it is a masterful persuasion which makes the world great and urges the mind to explore its insanity.

La Petite Mort follows several well-received and acclaimed releases on, like the new album, Quickfix Recordings, as well as compilations, a collaboration with MC Lars, and a split release with the mighty Young Knives. Equally renowned for their live performances which has seen the band share stages with the likes of The Damned, The Datsuns, and The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, the latter you suspect an inspiration on the band going by the new album, Smilex has enslaved their locale and surrounding areas with their gripping sound. Now with the weightily flavoured La Petite Mort you can sense that the rest of the country and further afield are about to fall before them too.

Mixed by numerous contributors including Ace of Skunk Anansie with whom the band has worked before, the album from its first covermoment is immersing ears and imagination in an ever evolving and twisting array of styles and maniacal enterprise for a blisteringly potent and striking adventure. To be honest its start bred reservations before ardour, 9hz not making the dramatic impact certainly initially as expected though it wins its case ultimately. A single guitar teasing starts things off and is soon joined by the great earthy voice of the bass and keenly unpredictable rhythms. It is a gentle coaxing which invites attention, especially with the addition of the expressive delivery of Lee Christian. It is not a dramatic entrance to grip the imagination though it is fair to say that the bass skills of Jen Acton (replaced in the band since the album by Olivia Luce) seduce and floating restrained harmonies bewitch. Into its narrative with the guitar of Tom Sharp and his supporting vocals bringing extra spice, the song has an air of The Eagles to its emotive breath whilst simultaneously a brewing weight of shadows and intensity grows and intimidates as a fiery raw surface for the senses to be wrapped in emerges. It is an engagingly and impressively designed proposition but one which fails to find that spark to greatness.

That trigger is found and pulled with both Deadman’s Dirge and Wasted Youth, the pair instantly adding new character and anthemic urgency to the release. The first explodes with a punk tenacity and hunger as well as power pop meets noise rock vivacity. It is a delicious slice of psyche twisting ingenuity, the vocals ensuring the ride is testing and enthralling whilst the rhythmic skills of Pat Holmberg again thoroughly impress. As it caustically seduces there is a feel of The St Pierre Snake Invasion to the brawl as well as a sniff of Melvins to its intrusive imagination, a mix which ignites anticipation for its successor. The second of the two like the first, saunters in on a gentle breeze shaped by guitar and rhythms around the slight angst kissed vocals. Young Knives comes to mind swiftly, though to be fair as it flares and erupts, the song soon has something unique to offer. It is a raw and acidically sultry persuasion which though not quite matching its predecessor sets another appetite provoking flirtation in motion.

Revive The Revival similarly has a abrasing edge to its melodic dance and enticing body, but also a thrilling invention which means ears and emotions are treated to fondling melodies, noise bred rapaciousness, and a rhythmic examination which leaves senses exhausted and blissful. As deceitfully contagious as it is menacingly disarming, the track is a glorious tempest of primal rock ‘n roll to set the passions ablaze once again.

The following What Is It You Actually Do Again?! enters on a reflective emotive caress of guitar accompanied by bas and rhythms and vocals, a start the band seem to like almost too much as it does offer a little predictability. To counter that though the elegant starts are more often than not followed, as here by varied and incendiary sonic hues and enthralling drum manipulations as sparking spears of sound and invention also escape into and from the very decent start. The track itself twists and turns like a Eastern dancer, sinews and rippling melodic flesh enslaving the imagination.

The carnivalesque mystique of La Valse Macabre makes another entrancing canvas upon which the imagination in its painting joins up with guitars and vocals, a wealth of rhythmic and harmonious hints adding their distinctive colours along the way. Merging a folkish indie essence with raw rock and metallic hunger, the track is a dark landscape which seduces with persistently shifting voracity, in many ways preparing the way for the outstanding Evil. With robust intensive rhythmic work from the excellent Holmberg and carnivorous stabs and riffs from Sharp, the track is instantly riding the passions with its metal spawned rock ‘n’ roll. It is a predator of a song but one determined to have fun as it explores a blues rock and melodic metal scenery to keep things unpredictable and rigorously captivating. It is a beast of a suasion, almost toying with the listener as it seamless merges metal and stoner-esque predation for an exceptional creative ferocity.

The lofty heights continue with the haunting atmosphere and melodies of Manatee, a mermaid of a song which lures and seduces with siren like beauty but equally is cloaked in shadows and heavy emotions to endanger and threaten. It is a masterful aural portrait inspiring thoughts and feelings whilst providing an intensely smouldering landscape to bask within and escape into. From vocals to bass, guitars to drums, the track steals the listener away, examining and inciting with every note and syllable.

The release is completed by the terrific garage punk stomp of Please Do Not Feed The Drug Child, a brilliant bruise of punk infused rock which is virulently infectious, and One Woman Man. The final song provides stretches of nagging rhythms and niggling riffs around emotive vocals and reflective melodies with further inventive passages of reserve and rabidity. It is a track which takes longer to win over thoughts but given time emerges as a wonderful creative tango furthering the potential and weight of the songwriting and its realisation. The track makes a fine end to an outstanding album, one which even with moments which do not quite meet personal requirements more often than not has those same wants overfed and even greedier. Smilex is the future of British rock ‘n’ roll in tandem with a wealth of other psyche reshaping bands, are you ready?

La Petite Mort is available digitally and physically via Quickfix Recordings now @ www.smilex.co.uk

8.5/10

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The Duel – Waging War

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On the back of their previous impressive album alone, the new full-length from UK now wave punks The Duel has been one of the most highly anticipated releases in the genre this year and the last to be honest. Its impending arrival has sparked an almost feverish excitement and on the ‘eve ‘ of its unleashing it can be revealed that all your hopes and wishes for the band’s fifth album will have fallen short of what it magnificently uncages on the ears and passions. Consisting of nineteen mentally and physically impacting and inspiring tracks, Waging War is a glorious new and inventive adventure from a band which is no stranger to pushing itself, the listener, and punk into new potent grounds. The London quintet on the evidence of their album has quite simply found a new maturity and mouthwatering enterprise to songwriting and sound which only makes the future even more exciting.

The Duel has come a long way from that first meeting between vocalist Tara Rez and keyboardist Andy Thierum, after Tara applied to an ad in Melody Maker. From the joining up creatively and the founding of the band, The Duel has unleashed a quartet of albums which have one by one increased its stature and reputation whilst forging a status as one of the most inventive, passionate, and socially vocal emerging bands in UK punk. Debut album Let’s Finish What We Started in 2007 instantly drew strong attention which Childish Behavior two years later pushed to another level, but it was the 2011 All Aboard The Crazy Train which brought a more intensive spotlight upon the band. A year later the boldly experimental but still rigorously enthralling Soundtrack To The End Of The World (Story Of Zak Splash) revealed the eagerness to really push themselves and expectations. The acclaimed release set a new benchmark for the band whilst challenging fans to evolve with their sound, which they did with rapturous passion for the main. Waging War takes those seeds planted in its predecessor to a far loftier template for band and modern punk whilst simultaneously also embracing decades of punk and its origins. The result is an album which is as addictive and infectious as anything from the seventies with barbed hooks a plenty and as melodically seductive as any pop punk /new wave triumph release from the following decade. It also simultaneously provides a scintillatingly new and experimental adventure bred in the now. It is a richly stimulating encounter which puts The Duel on the frontline of punk rock.

The first striking impact from the album is the use of poetry and prose in between many of the songs. It is a potent and highly provocative ideation which wakes and stirs up thoughts and emotions time and time again. It is not just words though as each piece is wrapped in an embrace of diverse music which colours the dramatic and enthralling canvas set by the voices. Provided by Tara and guests Angie Bowie, Segs Jennings (The Ruts/Ruts DC), Ginger Coyote, and Dennis Just Dennis, those particular tracks slip easily and perfectly between songs which add depth to the spoken narratives and vice versa. The pieces share the same titles as the songs they precede, with Breakaway starting off the album. Keys elegantly court the poetry of Tara as a portentous atmosphere spills its breath around them. As with them all it is a proposition in itself, not an intro but a companion to the song itself which emerges from a great scuzzy electro mist from Andy with rigid rhythms from Pumpy and guitar grazes from Thanos Oscar Pap. It is a less than forceful start but one soaked in dark oppressive drama caressed by the croon of Tara which captures the imagination and an immediate appetite. As the song settles in thoughts a switch is flicked and urgency and energy accelerates to an eager stride which only reinforces the exciting start to the album.

From another piano led skirting this time to an Angie Bowie brewed narrative, Feel The Same dances with raw sonic flames and agitated the duelrhythms around the throaty tones of Chris McDougall’s bass and Tara’s potent vocals. It is an absorbing slice of anthemic rock pop, keys teasing and kissing throughout as energies romp with feisty appetites. An essence of old school punk breathes across the encounter but not as loudly as in the following Gotta Hold To Love. There is a sterner rough edge to riffs and rhythms from the start which the vocals and subsequent quaint twang of keys soothe though at times certainly Tara roars as potently as the guitars. The song is in many ways epitomises The Duel, the band able to produce the most virulently addictive and contagious propositions without the blatant and obvious use of candied hooks and predictable lures.

Things continue to grow in strength and pleasure as Under The Thumb next swaggers into ears. Once more the grouchy sound of seventies punk spices up the exceptional track, a X-Ray Spex toxicity igniting imagination and passions whilst guitars sculpt a web of virulently persuasive textures and simply irresistible bait. Its glory is swiftly matched by Brotherhood which comes after another deeply registering piece of word and sound. Opening on a rich earthy bassline, the song soon wraps the senses in an epidemically alluring groove which is then itself coated in the vibrant vocals of Tara. Atmosphere and sound intensifies as the song spreads its intent, riffs and hooks as an enthralling trap within a blazing web of creative suasion which equally nets everything from ears to emotions.

The first part of Light At The End is an instrumental with gloriously orchestrated structures which proves music itself can be as poetic as words. There is drama, mischief, and expressive endeavour to the piece which in some ways makes the song itself slightly underwhelming initially but with punchy beats and bass prods, the coaxing vocals of Tara and Andy, and the latter’s glassy keys invention the song is soon riding thoughts with relish and mesmeric enterprise. As with most tracks, its body is impressive and gripping but it is the small twists and slithers of ingenious imagination which means things evolve into something truly special, the unpredictable breaks and turns in the direction of the song and the unexpected vocal detours adding delicious extra spice as the song reaches its peak.

Colours next explores with keys which are almost Stranglers like at times as a rosy psychedelic glaze soaking the senses. With a gritty persistence from vocals and rhythms aligned to scorching sonic flames, the song is a riveting protagonist if not quite at the heights of certainly the previous pair of tracks. Both Salesman and Gimmi Your Thing are similar, the pair insatiable with strains of vintage punk simplicity courted by raw hunger of dirty rock ‘n’ roll but lacking the spark to light a major fire in the belly, though each still leaves a vigorously satisfying and compelling presence lingering in memory and emotions.

The album is back on its highest pinnacle with Urgency, an incredible anthem which lures total allegiance through a smouldering coaxing rather than all out lines of hooks and riotous bait but still achieves the same highly successful results. It is a masterful recruitment emulated to the same degree by Love Me Or You Don’t. Merging a reggae swagger with electronic discord and dub teasing, the track is a constantly twisting weave which never relaxes or lets the listener’s senses rest into one inviting premise, instead offering a magnetic and thrilling off kilter waltz which adds another inventive exciting turn in the call of the album.

Closing on the challenging incitement of War, it coming in two equally imposing and vigorously pleasing parts, Waging War is a dynamic fusion of passion induced imagination and bold invention scaling new inspirational heights for the band. The production of the release comes as its predecessor with a hollow essence which ensures everything resonates in touch as well as premise, meaning intensive cloudy essences thicken and flames find a chilled starkness and it works a treat. The Duel has been to the fore of European punk for many a year but with Waging War they are taking on the world and we for one would not bet against them after this triumph.

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9.5/10

RingMaster 21/05/2014

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Smash Fashion – Big Cat Love

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The wantonly enigmatic sound and presence of US rockers Smash Fashion has always made for a compelling and thrilling proposition since forming in 2004 and new album Big Cat Love provides no deviation in that potency. In fact it takes it to richer captivating levels with another collection of riotously varied and adventurous fusions of rock ‘n’ roll. The album sees the band again reaping the blooms of various decades and styles of raw and boisterous rock music, hard and glam rock as home within their invention as fifties rock ‘n’ roll and power pop. It makes for a tantalising proposition from the band’s third album, one which even with a couple of lulls in its persuasion is a stirring captivation from start to finish.

Hailing from Los Angeles, Smash Fashion consists of musicians drenched in experience and successes. The band is led by vocalist/guitarist Roger Deering alongside bassist Nigel Mogg (ex- London Quireboys), drummer Repo (ex-Smack), and guitarist Lloyd Stuart Casson (ex- Rock City Angels). Their previous full-lengths A Gentlemens Guide to Sophisticated Savagery and Don’t Pet The Sweaty Things in 2006 and 2009 respectively, set the band apart and into an eager spotlight for their expansive sound whilst last year’s single Blame It On The Brandy more than hinted at the promise of and raised anticipation for the new release. It was potential easily realised by the again Electricpudding Recordings released album, a confirmation of that clue and of the ever hungry invention and appetite of a band which has graced stages with the likes of Ian Hunter, Arthur Lee and Love, The Zombies, Cheap Trick, Psychedelic Furs, The Alarm, Missing Person, Orson, JET, and The 88 over the years.

A gong opens up attention and the entrance of first track Wicked Ways, a shock to ears which are soon filled with enticingly grooved big-cat-love-albumguitars and crisp probing rhythms. It is instant agreeable bait which only increases its lure with the vocals of Deering and an increasingly potent infectiousness which soaks the melodies and chorus of the song as well as the vocal delivery. You cannot say that the song is a startling protagonist for the imagination and emotions but it is a persistently persuasive stroll of finely sculpted hooks, fiery grooves, and sonic enterprise which achieves the same impact. Feeling like an old friend in new clothes in many ways, much like the album, the song is an impressive opener which is swiftly matched by Marionette. Bringing more punkish seeds than the first whilst still firmly involved with a hard rock canvas, the excellent track seduces like a mix of early days The Jam and The Vapors, easily igniting and passions. The fact that it is a reworking from an appearance on the last album makes no difference to its might and presence on the album, such its thrilling offering.

The following Strike My Fancy (Knickers Down) is as flamboyant and wonderfully sleazy as its title suggests though with a refined touch in restraint behind a melodic colour which flames around the senses as keys tease their submission. It is another excellent romp with more contagion than a strip club and just as sexy, especially with the incendiary guitar craft blazing across its body, a skill just as evident in Stay Off My La La and You Love to Suffer. The first of the pair shows its intent to rock from the first seconds, riffs and vocals a keen devilry within a sturdy frame of rhythms and dark roaming basslines. As all the songs there is something virulently catchy and anthemic to the track easily bringing feet, voice, and emotions into its grasp. Thoughts of bands like The Motors and Eddie and the Hot Rods are stirred occasionally through the song before it makes way for its successor, a smouldering ballad which from humble temptations emerges over time as a riveting enticement with dark sixties punk croon to its suasion.

The title track comes in next, starting with a mischievous almost tribal groan which sparks real intrigue but then as swiftly abandons the bait to twist into a glam/seventies pop rock which is more than decent but just does not excite like the previous songs. Like Darts meets The Quireboys it is a satisfying romp but not one to fire up any real passion in personal tastes, though the bass endeavour and climactic conclusion to the song are big pluses. The perfectly accomplished and varied Just a Kiss At the Starting Line is much the same in success though different in sound with its country rock twang and bold melodic rock stroll. The guitars and drums again ensure there is plenty to engage and run with, just not enough to spark any major ardour for.

Super Glam next builds a bold rock lure of country bred spice amidst a power pop lilt and darkly toned vocals. It is another song taking time to convince but succeeds eventually through its excellent pop swagger and hard rock veining of outstanding guitar craft and pumped rhythms. It is one of those devious songs which takes a deeper grip than first realised to be a lingering presence, though the following punk infused Aim for the Heart soon has total attention for itself, the song an outstanding fusion of the addictive hooks of Buzzcocks and rich drama of Psychedelic Furs all immersed in the kind of premise which only Smash fashion can conjure. The song is an infectious temptation with feisty intent, a mix equalled by Blame It On the Brandy right after. The song immediately has ears at attention as it opens with ridiculously addictive rhythms before settling into a brew of alluring hooks, stirring riffs, and healthily anthemic vocals. Bringing seventies glam flourishes into a tempest of blues kissed rock n roll, the excellent encounter is a mix of American rock and Thin Lizzy, and a complete joy.

The dusty climate and vocal shade to Live to Tell makes for another very satisfying if not explosive avenue to the album, its scenery a bloom of shapely guitar invention and flavoursome rhythmic wile, before Stairs to Nowhere brings Big Cat Love to a rousing close. A big boned mesh of seventies hard rock and garage punk with unsurprising but enjoyable animated energy and passion, the track makes for an eventful conclusion to a fascinating triumph. Boundaries are not worried and originality arguably left alone for the main by Smash Fashion on their album but they still present a proposition which incites pleasure and the rocker in us all and that is more than enough for us.

Big Cat Love is available via Electricpudding Recordings now!

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8/10

RingMaster 09/05/2014

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Them Guilty Aces – Nude In The Moonlight

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The thought of a curvy naked body under the stars will send most of our imaginations into rapture providing they fall within certain boundaries. With that criteria met it is an adventure all would embrace with relish especially if it is under the soundtrack of US rockers Them Guilty Aces and their new EP Nude In The Moonlight. A magnetic encounter with a sextet of songs which seduce and thrill through a blend of rockabilly and fifties rock ‘n’ roll, the release is a captivating croon from a band you can easily assume is feverishly supported back home in Chicago. The EP shows that they are now ready to please and entertain a wider audience, its vintage yet vivacious modern endeavour prize bait to take into an expanded spotlight.

Consisting of guitarist/lead vocalist Daniel Cruz, one of the band founders, guitarist Jared Sorkin (AKA Dick Tremolo), drummer Victor Aguirre, and bassist Jesus Segura, Them Guilty Aces wear the influences to their sound openly within their songs but as mentioned it comes with a valid twist which makes their music stand out as a real proposition in the modern climate of the genres they frequent. As evidenced by the EP there is not a snarl to their sound which admittedly just once or twice would be a wish within the songs, but there is a definite intent and invention at large which is able to stir up the appetite of those basking in and those not necessarily concerned with nostalgia.

The release opens with Blackjack Baby and instantly a seductive groove with a sexy twang is wrapping teasingly around the ears. The 8616721guitar sculpting is an irresistible hook which has imagination and emotions on their feet within seconds keen and ready for the swiftly joining stroll of throaty bass and crisp rhythms. A melodic surf wave ebbs and flows across this potent landscape to add rich colour to the scenery whilst the sultry tones of Cruz lays further evocative hues into the picture. It is a virulently infectious proposition which washes over ears and thoughts like a romancing exotic temptress dressed in fifties intimacy.

The song is an excellent introduction to the band and right away impressively backed by the following and similarly persuasive Crash N Burn. Holding darker colouring to its ambience and punchier rhythms, the song sways and swerves with sonic flames and blazing crescendos within another smouldering terrain of emotive heat and torrid contagion. Its gait is reserved and energy restrained but the track still boils up the atmosphere for a deliciously sweltering climate of sound and emotion crafted by riveting guitar painting and bass shadowing within the mesmeric caress of vibrant vocals.

The following Cherry Pop next coaxes attention with an authentic sixties lure of guitar, an enticement which recalls the likes of Del Shannon and Bobby Rydell. A pop essence seeps from every ear kissing note and syllable but once the passionate rock heart erupts within the rise in vocal delivery, the track expands into an enveloping wash of senses sparking flirtation. The song does not match the might and suasion of its predecessors it has to be admitted, sounding a little pale against their strengths, but it still makes for a strongly pleasing and absorbing hug.

The title track pounces next with its eager rhythmic dance and romping bass design beneath fiery and skilful guitar revelry. Its quickstep induces rapid submission and agitation in the feet and passions, taking the body on an eager hop with its only issue being it is far too short, so much so that even big boys do not have time to get out of breath. Despite that it is the perfect tease and incitement to confirm listing Them Guilty Aces under essential rock ‘n’ roll prospects.

The EP is completed by the firstly the wickedly enthralling Please Don’t Go, the song another transfixing croon musically and vocally, and lastly the mischievous Guilty Girl with its devilish hooks and highly tempting grooves. The pair ensures that Nude In The Moonlight is a lingering toxin in memory and imagination. It would be fair to say that at times there seems a spark missing to songs, whether that is production or in presentation; an ignition to the greater triumphs which you can sense and feel are lying in wait within the impressive tracks. It makes no real difference to the excellent release though and only makes Them Guilty Aces an even more exciting prospect ahead as they continue to develop.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 08/05/2014

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Full frontal rockin’: an interview with Harvs of Jackson Firebird

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  If you are looking for undiluted, no thrills, but highly addictive rock ‘n’ roll then checking out Australian rockers Jackson Firebird and their debut album Cock Rockin’ is one of those essential things to do. A heavily flavoursome and voraciously passionate, not forgetting riotous, collection of songs, the Napalm Records released brawl is one of the treats of this and 2012 with its staggered release. We had the pleasure to explore the world of Jackson Firebird with guitarist/vocalist Brendan ‘Harvs’ Harvey, talking about the beginning of the band, the album of course, tour secrets and plenty more….

Hey Harvs, welcome to the site.

Can we start with the beginnings of the band? How and when did you and Dale (Hudak) meet?

Well we first met when we were a lot younger, it’s not really hard to cross paths in a small town if you’re a musician. So we first met in a small band that was started years and years ago way before Jackson Firebird.

Was there an instant inclination to work together beyond that first link-up?

Not really, it was that early on in the piece that we hadn’t even really thought about playing in other bands, it was just the band at the present time, although towards the end of that band’s demise you could say, we were the only two rocking up to practice each time so it was just the two of us from a really early stage.

You hail from Victoria; how rewarding a place for emerging bands and in particular rock and metal breathing propositions is it?

Well if you were hailing from further down south in Melbourne you might have had more around you but living in Mildura felt so isolated from the rest of the world, it’s a bit of a strange thing to be doing, very underground. No internet in the early days, just hot metal magazines and whatever records our parents had!

Did you find any obstacles to your uncompromising honest in the face rock ‘n’ roll in those early years or it was pretty much accepted with the same eagerness as now?

Ah it’s pretty much the same as it’s always been! We just like doing what we’ve done; it’s why we started doing it. We enjoyed having a few beers and playing some rock n roll and to venture out into pubs and to play it live, and the receptions been rad so we’ve always just rolled with it!

We do have to ask the boring question, how did the band name come about; any particular meaning or inspiration for it? Jackson Firebird 2

We always thought we were a bit of a bogan band starting out. One of my first guitars was a Jackson Firebird and we use to think that was probably the most bogan guitar you could have so it just rolled off the tongue and ended up sticking to it like shit on a blanket!

Your debut album Cock Rockin’ has just had its worldwide release with Napalm Records. Did you have any particular expectations or hopes with its unleashing on the basis of its successful persuasion of the Australian rock fans and scene in 2012?

We were excited to get it out into Europe; it got received well in Australia. We thought it would be great to see how Europe reacted to it as they do like their Rock n Roll over there! And so far it’s been really good! We’re stoked!

It is fair to say that there is a devilry to your sound which as the album title suggests has a straightforward unbridled thirst for fun and simply rocking its rocks off. Has this form of rock always been your main inspiration growing up and on your songwriting or is there a more eclectic taste also beavering away inside?

Our sound just comes from us wanting to have fun. If its sounds like fun in the jam room and we have fun playing it, well that’s the way we’re going to put it down regardless of what people think. Um, we’ve always listened to stuff that we’ve enjoyed obviously, but I think having that fun element of playing it, if it’s fun to play- it’s never going to get boring for us. We just like rockin’ out and having a good time! As far as influences go, we grew up on a lot of metal. Your Pantera right through to the Easy Beats…The Allman Brothers, Beastie Boys…Blues Explosion- all that kinda stuff, I think subconsciously that stuff just starts to come out into your song writing without meaning to, but I think that’s a good thing having those traits come out. Could be worse- you hear a lot of shit on the radio!

What would you say are your most potent influences then?

Mine personally would be the Easy Beats, Blues Explosion, Bog Log right back to your RL Burnside ya know with the blues ‘n’ all that. I think for Dale you’d have to say Pantera and the Allman Brothers….and Elvis.

How does the songwriting process pan out between you more often than not?

Ah a lot of the time we just come up with it in a good jam. We get the riffs goin’, then try and work a melody out as ya may notice in the tracks that the lyrics are pretty complicated! Ha! But um, quite often than not Dale will come in with a melody and we’ll take it from there and build something up around it. There’s no set structure to a Jackson Firebird song, it just comes out and if it’s enjoyable playin’, that’s the way it’s gonna go down. As you may notice there’s a lot of Mother Fuckers in there- we don’t plan for that but it just fits!

The album is a fiery and raw slab of raucous adventure which sounds as if it is live inside the ears. How did you record the songs in the studio?

Recorded the tracks all live to tape. It’s a thing we wanted to try and put across- the Jackson Firebird show is what we’re all about. As far as recording goes to capture that, we tried to take all the takes, drums and guitar, live down onto the tape and then build from there. Tracks like, Rock Solid are just one take. Vocals, the whole works…as you can hear Mick Wordly, the producer say at the start of one, “When ya’ll ready….”

524_jacksonfirebird_cmykDid any of the tracks take on a new character in the studio environment or is what we hear on the album more or less the riots we would find in your live shows?

Ah definitely. I think the live shows are heavier and louder. Also we did the album over a long period of time, just due to time restraints and just doing it off our own back in the early days, bit by bit, some of the songs probably evolved as you can probably hear with Sweet Elouise and Quang Dang um, a bit different to ya Cock Rockin’ but all in the same vain…Just stripped back down, Rock n Roll.

Tell us about that recording process for Cock Rockin’, the time taken and adventures had.

Cock Rockin originally no titled to be held on that…we had decided in our lifetime we wanted to put an album out, and just went off our own back, found a guy that we heard was really good with tape audio, um, we got a hold of him and locked down into is his studio and basically when we had the time started the record. We did it over a 14 month period. On the weekends we’d drive over 400kms from Mildura to Adelaide and do a day or 2 in the studio. I think overall, time on the album was about 12 days! It took a lot of time to make it but we weren’t in any hurry and we weren’t stressing to push it out to try and get labels or sell it…it was all about just achieving that goal of ours to make an album. I do recall putting the first 6 tracks down on the record and after having such a long period of time to listen back (back before heading into the studio) I think the next time in there, poor Mick, we told him we were gonna scrap the lot, we recorded them all again in only one session -thinking they sounded heaps better, then went back again about a month later and of course decided to go back to the fuckin’ originals!!!

Did anything come out of the recording which you have or will explore further in the next release?

I think it’s always gonna evolve. I think we definitely learned cool shit about tape. Sound wise, maybe this time we won’t go for such a live take…might try the more conventional way of just getting the drums down and building it up from there. We always jam live in the booth so after that take- if we get it we get it and if we don’t we’ll work on it from there. T’is gonna be bigger, badder ‘n’ better!

It is around two years between the Australian and this release of the album, is the feeling the same the second time around?

Is just as exciting coz it’s a totally different territory. We got to showcase our wears in another country that we’re not familiar with at all so it was just as exciting as the first time! Having already played the tracks for years we certainly honed in on ‘em and changed a few things here just to put a live spin on them and put on a better show.

Were you tempted to also tweak anything for this unleashing or had you already moved on to concentrating on your next endeavour in the period between releases?

I think once you record a record it pretty much captures that place you’re in at that time, I think to go back and tweak anything is a bit of a dick think to do. So we just left as is. That’s Jackson Firebird in that time, that’s how we sounded. We are certainly well underway into our second album and its sounding pretty huge so we’re looking forward to getting it out!!!

You have just finished a European tour, how did that go? Jackson Firebird

Tour was nuts! It’s still so fresh since coming back. Hopefully the memories will start coming back soon! But ah putting 19 shows down in 20 days was something we hadn’t really expected to do in the early days but it was damn good fun and we got to see 7 different countries! Crowd response was awesome, sold a lot of merch and yeah we had a killer time on stage and good parties with the other bands!

And any interesting stories to tell?

I think the beauty about being on the road, you never know what to expect…one night we stayed in the same room as ‘Horizont’ some kick ass rockers from Sweden and can remember the bass player vomiting on the ground next to the guitarist as he passed out, then supposedly the guitarist woke up in the middle of the night to the bass player pissing on his face!! Ha-ha always gonna remember that kinda shit and I’m just glad it wasn’t us hey!!!

What comes next for the band and for us from you?

Next for the band…we got a few weeks home them we’re off to Brazil to play some rad festivals over there, or down there, or wherever the hell it is! We’re certainly looking forward to getting another album out. We’re in the middle of recording that- we’ve recorded half of it in Austin, Texas and we’ve done quite a lot of demo work to finish the album off so really looking forward to getting stuck into that and getting a release date out…would be nice to get it out by the end of the year and then get our asses back to Europe!!!

Thanks for sharing your time with us.

Would you like to leave us with a final thought?

Like five wise men said…. Rock n Roll ain’t noise pollution!!!!

Thanks for your time. Harvs JF

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Pete RingMaster

The RingMaster Review 28/04/2014

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