Kid Klumsy – Singing Our Souls

By RingMaster Review on July 3, 2019 • ( 0 )

When covering their last EP, Spit Your Dummy Out, we suggested that Kid Klumsy were despite being around for a few years already “ready to grab a chunk of the limelight”. That they did with that particular release which just grabbed body and spirit like a rebellious puppeteer. Now they are getting greedy and going for even bigger rewards and rightly so for new offering, Singing Our Souls, is one seriously rousing incitement of the band’s uproarious punk ‘n’ roll.

Released on the UK band’s highly anticipated appearance at this year’s Rebellion Festival, Singing Our Souls hosts another six slabs of the Coalfield outfit’s voracious rock ‘n’ roll. Mischief and defiance are as ripe as ever within their bold and tenacious bodies of punk bred sound, Kid Klumsy stamping their own inescapable individuality with increasing vigour and relish throughout another outing which just had us leaping with over enthusiastic rigour.

Straight away we were being reeled in by the devious lure of guitar as opener Mr Right Man waited to pounce and that it did with zeal as rhythms bounded in and a devilish hook colluded with similarly virulent riffs. In no time the familiar tones of WEAB, also known as the front henchman at Dirt Box Disco, were stirring up their own side of belligerence, accosting and inciting with relish. A glorious scowling bassline just completed the epidemic of temptations fuelling song and listen, gang vocal persuasions only inflaming already eager engagement in the track’s virulent antics.

Not to be outdone, Slob thrusts its body forward with matching prowess and gusto next, the guitars weaving a web of catchy endeavour as riffs and bass snarled. The immediate sing-a-long enterprise of the band grabbed instinctive involvement, the song almost preying on an inherent weakness to resist such anthemic arousal. With muscles and catchy imagination swinging, the song devoured inhibitions before Dislexic Munkiz stormed the breathless remnants with its own rabidly catchy rock ‘n’ roll leaving exhaustion grinning from riff harried ear to ear. Ferocious in breath, devilish in touch, it just epitomises the Kid Klumsy creative audacity.

Love Is A Battery Field entangles ears next, initially with a guitar wire before breaking into an animated surge of predacious riffs and hungry rhythms, a fusion just as tenacious as fresh hooks and vocal baiting erupt around it. The bassline cast by Alistair in the midst of it all simply infested the passions being ably matched by the guitar incitement of Carl and Greg within the dynamic punches of drummer Jamie as vocals roar. Together it made for one fiercely persuasive attack though soon eclipsed by that of She’s A Fu*k. Alistair again leads the temptation, his lone hook at the start teasing eager ears before being ablaze with the fiery motivation of the guitars. With metal forged steel in its prowl and old school punk in its bearing, the track proves addition sparking rock ‘n’ roll with increasingly inventive temerity.

Maisy’s Song concludes the pleasure, its punk rock weave a swift and persistent urging on ears and body relentless in its nagging whilst relishing its success. It is a rousing end to another release from Kid Klumsy which effortlessly demanded and received unbridled attention; we sure to be merely one of a hefty crowd corrupted by its goodness upon its release, starting with those at Rebellion.

Singing Our Souls is released August 1^st through STP Records. http://www.stprecords.co.uk/