TankrusT – The Fast Of Solace

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There is no compromising when it comes to attitude and intent within French metallers TankrusT, certainly creatively going by their new album The Fast Of Solace. The debut full-length from the Parisian bred quintet, it is a barbarous and dynamically textured onslaught of ears and senses, but one unafraid to weave a web of diversity and adventure within its merciless ferocity. It is also an encounter which impresses first time around but reveals its strongest assets over subsequent plays to grow into an even more stirring and heftily satisfying proposition. Whether The Fast Of Solace has enough uniqueness to set the metal world ablaze time will tell but certainly it is going to savage it until attention is strongly given the way of the band.

Formed towards the end of 2006 initially under the name Eleusis, TankrusT has drawn on its members varied backgrounds in varied extreme metal and hardcore for its sound, merging those essences with a death and thrash seeded roar of their own. As shown by The Fast Of Solace, it is a debilitating tempest with a wealth of invention and enterprise within its depths. Live the band has earned a potent name for themselves, the sharing of stages with bands such as M:Pire of Evil, Septicfelsh, and Debauchery adding to their own shows over the years, a success backed in 2013 by the release of the four-track Beyond Thresholds EP. It whipped up certain attention in their homeland and online but nothing to that expected to be ignited by The Fast Of Solace.

DMZ is the first mighty trespass from the album, the track looming in on a sonic swirl only gaining more impact and hostility as it nears and explodes into a volatile bellow of heavily swiping rhythms, rabid riffs, and a great mix of vocal confrontation driven by the ravenous tones of KooTôh. Spidery grooves are a just as swift enticement within the turbulence, the invention of lead and rhythm guitarists Garth and Will respectively, creating an increasingly magnetic web to get hooked up in.

couv-FoS-HD_RingMaster Review   It is a pungent and increasingly gripping start to the album matched in kind and hostility by Draw the Line. Instantly rugged with bruising rhythms from drummer Schuff leading the forage into the senses, the hardcore aspects in the band’s breeding come to the fore, vocals and a raw punk virulence entwining and festering within the death metal blossomed raging to magnetic effect. The track is superb, eclipsing the great opener with its own tirade of violent variety and fierce imagination before Apollo Is Dead throws it’s cantankerously abrasing animus into the persuasion ring. Vocally KooTôh, with presumable backing across the band, fluidly spreads vocal diversity as blackened as it is death bred or hardcore seeded, a blend matched by the groove veined metal enmity in its varied shades.

Autonomy steps forward with purpose and rancor next, intrusive beats and a rally of riffs its frontline before the great carnal tones of Jule’s bass offers a toxic flirtation and lead into a swinish vocal infesting of song and senses. That sparks a filth coated rock ‘n’ roll stroll with barbarous twists and cancerous turns to its resourceful persuasion but as expected by now, voice and sound always comes with evolving turbulence and invention, many familiar essences woven into a tempest as fresh to the ear as it is dramatically hostile.

Both Improvisation 28, with its raw bitterness and again expectations defeating landscape of invasive but seriously contagious ideation, and the creatively mercurial Dead Pools keep ears and appetite greedy whilst Barbarians is a feud on the senses. Unrelenting in its barbarity and similarly full on in imagination, the track is a weave of contrasting and adventurous textures and enterprise. Each only leave a want for more; something the hellacious Grow Some Balls can immediately satisfy with its hardcore honed stalking and violating of ears, adding another distinct twist to the character of the album at the same time.

Through the similarly honed and bad blooded rock ‘n’ roll of 10:22 and the enticingly uncomfortable yet enthralling soundscape of Cleaver, TankrusT ensures The Fast Of Solace departs as potently as its ferocious animosity was launched, and in the closing song with maybe the most imaginative incursion on the listener within the release.

It is fair to say that at times there is a surface familiarity and intensity which smothers the individuality of moments and tracks but the rewards for time spent digging deeper and close attention given are irresistible. The Fast Of Solace continues to impress and thrill with every listen suggesting at the same time that TankrusT has the qualities and imagination to make an even bigger impact ahead.

The Fast Of Solace is out now.

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Pete RingMaster 17/12/2015

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Motel Transylvania – They Dig After Midnight

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If your local graveyard seems a bit dull, feeling a touch lifeless, then an invitation to Italian rockers Motel Transylvania and their new EP They Dig After Midnight will be sure to get things ravenously rocking again. Fusing horror punk and psychobilly in a salaciously dirty punk ‘n’ roll stomp, the Savona hailing trio whip up a keen revelry with their latest encounter, create a sonic hex able to get decayed bodies jerking in tandem with the moves of the living. It is raw, untamed, and an easy trigger for excitement over its wares and the open potential of the band to dig down to deeper success ahead.

Formed in the final throes of 2013, Motel Transylvania began as a solo project for stand-up drummer/vocalist Toxi Ghoul. Within a few months it had grown by two more corpses with the addition of bassist/backing vocalist Vec and guitarist Eli. Inspirations to the band’s sound include, unsurprisingly listening to They Dig After Midnight, Misfits, Zombie Ghost Train, Mad Sin, and Demented Are Go, whilst equally the likes of Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 and The Order Of The Fly spring to mind at times across the release. Fair to say though, the Motel Transylvania sound breeds its own character from that healthy mix of influences, resulting in a compelling and thoroughly enjoyable introduction for ears to their tenacious incitements.

From the scenery setting Intro and its dank atmosphere around cinematically gothic and carnival-esque suggestiveness, They Dig After Midnight explodes into life with the rousing Go Psycho! Rhythms and swipes of guitar grab ears from the first breath of the track, Toxi subsequently reinforcing the bait and hold with a solo roll of addictive beats before everything unites again in a heated invitation. The grizzly tones of his vocals growl just as potently as the bass of Vec drops an addiction lighting bassline through the fiery mist from Eli’s guitar, and though the track never explodes into rowdy life as it might it becomes more persistent in its catchy temptation with every rhythmic swing and caustic hook. There is a moment when a thought arose that if The Rezillos were psychobilly, they would sound something like this, a hint to the virulence and mischievous charm fuelling the encounter.

They Dig After Midnight_RingMaster Review   The track Motel Transylvania comes next and immediately makes a more forceful but equally infectious blaze of sound and intent. Group calls make an early pungent lure, they sparking the more belligerently energetic heart of the track within a body and nature carrying a contagious provocation with an always welcome Misfits scent to its grouchy temptation.

There is a great strength of variety within They Dig After Midnight, the first pair of songs quick evidence backed by the rockabilly revelry and psychobilly irritation of The Room. Like Guana Batz meets Norm and The Nightmarez whilst digging in a punk grave, the track rocks and rolls like a devil hound on heat. The bone splitting beats of Toxi are a prime instigator of the raucous toxicity fiercely pleasing ears with guitar and bass similarly devilish and antagonistic cohorts.

Summer In the Grave arrives on the sound of waves lapping a dark beach, the guitar carrying a matching tone in its surf lined charm as calm vocals caress ears. There is a devilish wink to the moment though, one which spins a subsequent slim bodied and irresistible Tiger Army meets Buzzcocks rock ‘n’ roll tale with a further glint in its punkish eye. Its warm light within romancing shadows is a thrilling proposal quickly contrasted by the carnivorous temptation of Night of the Living Dead. Graves are emptied as The Meteors toned predation spins a deliciously essential hook as a core to rapacious grooves and hungrily badgering rhythms, they matched by the rabid urgency and snarl of the vocals. The track is glorious, one of the biggest highlights of the album especially with its venomous swagger midway setting up another tempest of savage rock ‘n roll.

It is a triumph more than matched by It’s Not So Bad, the band’s recent single. Slipping in on a heavy noir coated bassline, becoming more vocal with another of the irresistible hooks and grooved enterprise the band has already shown themselves to be potent at sculpting, the song is like a skeletal tango. Its elements unite to form and wrap the song’s volatile frame, offering individual dances in the making of one boisterous romp. There is an old black and white animated film showing skeletons in a demented shuffle, bones twisting and coming unravelled but simultaneously performing an increasingly compelling devilry; It’s Not So Bad is a sonic equivalent.

The release closes with I Wanna Be Your Ghoul, a Morricone-esque croon within a sultry climate scattered with spicy hooks for a dark blood-coated romance for the imagination. It is not a track which grabs the psyche and passions as forcibly as its companions within They Dig After Midnight though but still only pleases as it reveals another strain of imagination in the Motel Transylvania songwriting and sound.

As They Dig After Midnight infests ears for another thoroughly enjoyable romp whilst writing final thoughts, expectations are that Motel Transylvania has all the potential to grow into a formidable and even more striking proposition, and no doubt with plenty more successes like this littering the way.

They Dig After Midnight will be dug up and unleashed on December 18th via Undead Artists.

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Pete RingMaster 17/12/2015

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Spreading The Disease – Bulldozer

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Spreading The Disease is a new ravaging roar on the UK metal scene, certainly if their new single Bulldozer is the sign of things to come. The Kent based quintet is the creation Steve Saunders, the former bassist of The Self Titled for five years, and a project formed late 2014 to allow “for a different approach to both band policy and creativeness.” Swiftly it began to grow with Steve’s almost instant link up with drummer Edd Saunders and over following months the addition of lead guitarist Julien Riquelme, rhythm guitarist Martin Osborne and vocalist Adam May to the line-up, a creative union more than voraciously resourceful and inventively impassioned as shown by Bulldozer.

big_logo_RingMaster Review     That period also saw the writing of a host of songs, inspirations ranging from Pantera, Kill or Be Killed and Stone Sour to Slipknot, Machine Head, and Breed 77 amongst many adding to the evolving fury and adventure fuelling their sound. Now ahead of the recording of the band’s debut album early next year, Bulldozer has been uncaged to make the first heavyweight introduction to the Spreading The Disease infection.

Instantly the song offers an imposing and tenacious smothering of the senses, riffs and rhythms colluding to create a proposition living up in intensity and weight to its title. Almost as quickly though sonic tendrils draped in melodic fire are entwining the incitement too, their appearance aligned to the raw bear like confrontation of May’s vocals. All together it is a formidable and increasingly magnetic onslaught with only the more classically honed clean eruptions of backing vocals not quite working for personal tastes, though a minor thing in the ear in their slight conflict with the bestial and contagious predation of the track.

Continuing to brew and breed new twists and elements that grip attention, there is something for all one metal/heavy rock fans within the song, whether one with an appetite for a Mastodon or Slipknot to pluck two names from the air, or with a taste for extreme metal or more classically bred melodic metal, the song is a perpetual and enjoyably unpredictable unveiling of varied styles and rousing twists.

Bulldozer is a potent and striking first listen to Spreading The Disease, not enough being a single song to sing the band’s praises from lofty rooftops and claim them as a new major force, but as mentioned definitely a proposal offering plenty inciting a want to know more.

Bulldozer is being streamed @ https://soundcloud.com/spreading-the-disease/spreading-the-disease-bulldozer

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Pete RingMaster 17/12/2015

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