Bite The Shark – First Blood

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With a sound as snappy and hungry as their band name suggests, Bite The Shark have made one impressive and attention grabbing entrance with debut single First Blood. Consisting of three songs which roar and swagger with a muscular rock tenacity and punk ferocity, the release is an adrenaline charged juggernaut of rock ‘n’ roll. If you are looking for music unafraid to get dirty whilst spilling bodily fluids then letting Bite The Shark and its single clamp its jaws on you could be one of the wisest moves you make this year.

Hailing from Manchester, the UK band only formed in the early days of 2014 and has swiftly drawn a healthy attention and fan base their way. The recently released First Blood equally took no time in garnering acclaim and more, its success leading to an invitation to the trio of Rory O’Grady and brothers Adam and Edd Langmead, to record with Romesh Dodangoda (Motörhead, Bullet For My Valentine, Twin Atlantic) this September. Like the music within the single, it is fair to say that Bite The Shark is on a charge.

Gas & Air right away tells you all you need to know about its creators, rugged riffs immediately sizing up ears before welcoming imposing rhythms and spicy grooves. It is a striking entrance which is as bold in its presence as it is addictive Microsoft Word - bitesuarez.docxin its explosive enterprise. Elements of Turbonegro and Buckcherry whisper across the raucous adventure as well as spillages of old school punk rock, all resulting in a richly flavoursome and highly anthemic stomp. Hooks and increasingly infectious grooves continue to enslave ears and emotions whilst vocally the band provides a captivating call and brawl of passion drenched energy. The song seems to be the one the band’s fans has grasped to their hearts the most and it is easy to see why as it flirts and romps around the senses.

For us though it is Burn em to the ground (sometimes seemingly just called Burn) which ignites the biggest lust. The track is a beast of an encounter, its opening prowl of beats and bass grooving irresistible and only added to by the sonic squall from the almost belligerent invention of the guitar. Lyrically and musically the song has a snarl and attitude which finds its seeds in bands like The Clash and Stiff little Fingers, whilst its addictive grooves and rapier like swings of rhythms infuses a hard rock riot into its predation. Politically powered and lyrically accusing with a weight of sound and tenacity to back it up, the track is immense and the seal to believing Bite The Shark is definitely going places with the potential to make a lingering mark.

The single is completed by the acoustic track Ms. Ratshit, a song with a swing to it that is bordering on rockabilly and vocals which simply captivate. Based on One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, it is another contagious stomp to cast praise and ardour over.

Do expect to hear a lot about Bite the Shark ahead and if you are wise you will jump on board their ascent right away with First Blood.

First Blood is available now @ https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/first-blood-single/id899365205

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9.5/10

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Spunk Volcano And The Eruptions – Injection

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After the insatiable brilliance of their self-titled debut EP, expectations for the first full-length from Spunk Volcano And The Eruptions was demandingly high and anticipation irritably impatient once news of its release was known. Though there was never really any doubts that Injection would live up to those hopes and wants, the thirteen track stomp swiftly offers much more with its heavyweight rampage of punk ‘n’ roll.

The solo project of Dirt Box Disco guitarist Spunk Volcano, with devilish help from DBD colleagues, drummer Maff Fazzo and bassist Deadbeatz Chris alongside guitarists Ste Lingard from Manchester based punk band Flat Back Four and Tom G Force Batterbee, Spunk Volcano And The Eruptions shows another side to the songwriting of the frontman. Certainly the band’s sound is bred from the same vat of devilry and punk ‘n’ roll as Dirt Box Disco but there is a leaner and more expansive essence to the songs, tracks also rewarding ears with a healthy seeding of old school punk rock. It is a virulently compelling and contagious mix which first ignited the imagination and passions with the aforementioned EP and continues in an even more adventurous and inventive vein across Injection. Released on STP Records on the opening day of this year’s Rebellion Festival, the album is an anthemic toxicity from start to finish, a release unafraid to please with recognisable and undemanding bait yet littered with lures and hooks which are as fresh and unique to the band as they are impossibly addictive.

From the first note band and album is surging through ears with bruising effect as opener I Am Gonna Kill Myself!! launches itself with pummelling rhythms and fiery riffs. The track is in no mood to show restraint even when it settles Injection - Coverinto a more even paced yet still forceful stride, though that too is unpredictable with its jagged scythes of guitar and beats. Spunk roars with his distinctive vocals, their suasion at times antagonistic but constantly embroiled in stirring up a riotous response with the storming sounds around them. It is an incendiary start to the album but only a teaser to the might of What You See is What You Get. The track saunters in with attitude to its air and raw riffery, an old school essence dripping from its flank as rhythms proceed to rap with agitated venom across the senses. It is a riveting provocation, the bass of Deadbeatz Chris gloriously throaty whilst the vocals of Spunk and band again lead an inescapable anthemic. With tasty sonic flames of guitar adding to the irresistible tempest of the song, it makes for an early pinnacle with its commanding slab of punk bred rock ‘n’ roll, elements of UK Subs and hard to ignore suggestiveness of Dirt Box Disco colouring its majesty.

It is with the following Platform 3 that the album starts spreading its flavour and imagination, the song producing a nagging punk spine of riffs and beats but crossing it with a power pop catchiness and melodic rock enterprise. The bass eagerly prowls the blend for another richly appealing hue whilst the aligning of raw and melody led tempting just flirts with ears and thoughts before making way for the excellent Another Nail In Childhoods Coffin. Fazzo shows little restraint in his initial swipes of sticks setting up an already hungry appetite for an expected fury to follow. That eruption does not really emerge but instead the song bounces with caustic energy and scowling riffs around another enthralling bassline. Lyrically the song is like a cousin of the more rabid Crossfire off of the previous EP, reflections of childhood revelry and losses easily sparking with listener’s thoughts.

As expected there is a huge grin to the sound and lyrical incitements which only adds to the lure of songs and release, the likes of Agree To Disagree and I Don’t Want To Have To Explain always carrying a wink or tongue in cheek to their still furiously designed and delivered propositions. The first of the two brings a potent melodic rock airing to its punky stroll, again resulting in a tasty mix of flavours within a catchy web of endeavour, whilst its successor snarls with a coarser attitude and sound. Riffs graze and lure whilst rhythms beat a submission with precise and eager definition but it is the excellent palate of vocals from Spunk and the band alongside a fine melodic enticing from the guitar which steals the limelight in the track. Neither song matches the heights of their predecessors but still spark an extra dose of hunger in ears and appetite.

The bluesy rock ‘n’ roll swagger of It’s Got Nothing To Do With Music thrills next, thoughts of bands like Turbonegro hinting in a song which, as all, only takes only a few chords to reveal it is a Spunk Volcano And The Eruptions stomping. The track is just another exhilarating twist in the diversity of the album. Its success is swiftly matched and left looking pale by Failure is Not An Option, a full on torrent of punk aggression with metallic intensity which scores and gnaws the senses for a lustful response. It might only be forty seven seconds in length but the song leaves a new greed awaiting the likes of I Can’t Stop Thinking About You and She’s Too Good For Me. The first of this pair brings a slight rockabilly toning to its invention, its opening coaxing alone finding a sense of Calabrese to its potent suasion. Once into its crisp rhythmic stride through a tenacious web of riffs, the song with vocals again commanding emotions, enlist feet and vocal chords to do its bidding, defying anyone to resist its melodic and infectious anthem. The second of the two is a slower paced encounter though the net of punishing beats from Fazzo has ears ringing whilst the enticing of the guitars in riffs and hooks is similarly imposing. It is another track which settles comfortably in the arms of satisfaction if missing the plateau of previous songs.

The final trio of songs take the album out on a lofty high. First up comes Oh For Fuck Sake, another scorching blaze of rock ‘n’ roll with a blues tint and ravenous bass sound veining punk rock animosity. It is followed by another major triumph in I Don’t Know Why. Opening with a Misfits toning and psychobilly like sultriness, the song is an immediate epidemic of warm harmonies, abrasing riffs, and inciting rhythms. It stomps purposefully around the imagination like a predatory seduction, every twist and dramatic idea irresistible as it takes best track honours on the album.

Injection closes with outstanding Rock n Roll Baby. Choppy hooks and Stiff Little Finger like riffs are to the fore as it instantly cages the passions before spreading out a stirring weave of controlled and richly enticing punk ‘n’ roll. It is a mighty end to an exceptional release which just gets more potent and immense with every listen. There has been a handful of punk releases in its many guises which have set new standards and inspirations for the genre as a whole, and Spunk Volcano has now been in the midst of two, coincidence? I think not.

Injection is released via STP Records on August 7th @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk and http://spunkvolcanoandtheeruptions.bigcartel.com

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Upcoming Spunk Volcano And The Eruptions live dates:

AUG 7-10 – Winter Gardens, Blackpool (REBELLION)

SEPT 12 – Hairy Dog, Derby

NOV 14 – Cottage of Content, Chasetown

NOV 15 – Zombie Hut, Corby

Nov 21 – Black Bull, Gateshead

NOV 22 – River, Glasgow

 

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Jimmy & The Revolvers – Whistle For My Love

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Rattling along with revelry in its feet and joyous enterprise in its heart, Whistle For My Love the new single from UK folk n roll band Jimmy & The Revolvers, is virulent contagion at its boisterous best. Fusing folk music and rock ‘n’ roll with a Merseybeat inspiration, the Liverpool quartet has been drawing a potent attention and following with their vibrant sound, something which the new single just might spark into the fullest national spotlight.

Formed in the early part of 2013, Jimmy & the Revolvers consists of vocalist/acoustic guitarist Jay Rehm, vocalist/bassist Kurt Riley, electric guitarist Jimmy Moon, and drummer Ash Michael. The foursome took little time in stirring up strong interest with their debut single in the June of their first year, the AA sided Aimee’s Song/Frosty. The following Sunday Morning EP which was released on New Year’s Eve 2013 triggered a much more potent interest, the band being featured as one of BBC 6 Music’s Tom Robinson’s Fresh Faves and gaining support slots alongside Ian Skelly (former The Coral). Now Whistle For My Love has its moment to push the band into a wider recognition and it is hard to think of it failing to earn Jimmy & The Revolvers a new wealth of acclaim.

Opening with a keen vocal croon within a melodic caress, thoughts swiftly grab comparisons to the Arctic Monkeys though they are soon driven aside by the unique stroll of jangling chords and hooks aligned to a deliciously broad and throaty bass enterprise. That alone grips the imagination with feet and emotions just as swiftly in tow but it is the glorious flame of brass which completes the heated seduction. The song is insatiable in its infectious devilry, potent spices of funk and reggae hinting their flavoursome additives into the vivacious stroll of summery rejoicing. Thanks to the brass calls there is an additional sultriness to the track which colours further the already boisterous enterprise and adventure of the melody fuelled song and fires up the passions and appetite just that little bit more.

Each summer has a particular track to rejoice to and bask in, a blazing anthem to remember it by, and this year’s, even though it is late in arrival, is without doubt Whistle For My Love.

Whistle For My Love is available now on digital download and Ltd CD Release.

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9/10

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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

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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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