Rocking Corpses – Death Blues

In the worlds of George A. Romero and the likes of Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and Charlie Adlard, zombies and the reanimated have only one urge, to devour us. The truth is they will simply return to create blood curdling, body violating rock ‘n’ roll. The evidence has come in many forms and flavours and now adding to the proof is Rocking Corpses, a Finnish quintet of rotting corpses which has just unleashed the flesh lusting Death Blues.

Within their dank, earth soiled graves the band creates moments of rousing carnivorous trespass posing as songs from a mix and love of horror rock, death metal and blues cursed hard rock. It is an incitement which surges through Death Blues like a virus infesting and corrupting, returning its victims into animated participants in its pandemic. The band itself was born from a concept first devised in the creativity and passions of guitarist Tony Decay in 2007. Within a few months he enlisted vocalist Leper Laze with eventually two demo songs released and in 2011 debut album Rock ‘n’ Rott uncaged. With many other adventures on the burner, the project was put aside; that was until guitarist Pestilence Pete and bassist Maggot Mike were looking for a guitarist and vocalist for their own project Grit. Linking up, the foursome realised Grit was very much akin to what Decay and Laze had been breeding within their own venture, the result Rocking Corpses alive again.

Though drummers have been problematic, an issue resolved since the recording of the new album with the addition of Tom Bones, Death Blues has escaped the darkness and sets about the imagination straight away with opener There Will Be Death. The intro brings the band from their coffins, rain dripping upon dank surroundings and the swiftly gathering hordes of hungry decayed bodies. Their snarling appetites and groans are courted by sonic intimation and melodic suspense, drama growing with infectious implication as things gain greater pace and urgency until the record descends upon ears with the following Body.   

The track almost taunts the listener initially before leaping upon the senses with virulent intent, the gutturally putrefied tones of Decay rapacious incitement even before the cleaner throes of Laze’s throat drives the swinging antics of the song. Rhythms are just as lively and direct, riffs simultaneously burrowing deep as hooks and grooves entangle. It all makes for one rousing addiction forging trespass, the first of many within Death Blues.

Buried is next, sending its own particular fervid groove through ears, swaying like an edacious cadaver towards its next meal. Blues clad with an almost psychobilly/punk breath to its fevered rock ’n’ roll, the song soon had bodies bouncing and vocal chords here throttling its lyrics before As High as You Can Get infested the same with its own inebriated tarmac scorching shenanigans. It is another which just demands the listener shed inhibitions, inciting bad habits and unbridled devilry.

The band casts its own anthem of identity next, the outstanding Rocking Corpses Part II hollering in part celebration part war cry whilst grooving like a fusion of Samhain and Grumpynators while Derailed with similar flavouring canters along with insatiable and increasing urgency and a creative appetite to match. As the walkers in its shadows, the song drips flesh devouring venom from ravenous creative jaws.

Though hard to choose a clear favourite track within Death Blues, the irresistible acoustic call of Drinking With the Dead sits to the fore, vocals and guitar swinging like a grin fixed cadaver as beats clip the senses like calmly rattling ribs. The track which returns most often in memory away from the release is closely followed and matched by the similarly bred Another Day in Casket, a track merging the dark persona of Johnny Cash and the swarthy lures of Patrón within a mercurial landscape of undisturbed calm and festering soon to be exploding madness. 

The rabid road trip of Losing Day, if without quite sparking some of the lusty involvement as its predecessors quickly and greedily hit the spot, a weakness soon exploited once more by Necrophilove and its noir lit saunter drenched in sanguineous intent and rapacious infectiousness, a love song from the Rocking Corpses for all the dead.

The final pair of Death is Something to Die for and War for Doom bring the album to a stirring end to match its beginning, the first an incessant nagging for the return of vocal chords and limb swinging movement to its exuberant funereal groove and voracious surges with the second baring the cry of apocalyptic hordes; a call of destruction with a sonic and rhythmic uproar to match.

It is a ferocious end to release which had us hankering and drooling for more with every second and now with open bias suggesting you go suffer its cadaverous needs for infernal pleasure.

Death Blues is out now via Inverse Records; available @

Pete RingMaster 19/08/2021

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