End Begin – Empire Fools

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As much as a riot of sound and a brawl of instant provocation go down a treat with these ears so do sonic and imagination sparking musical journeys and that is exactly what you get with the impressive debut release from UK band End Begin. A collection of evolving and thought provoking creative episodes in the gripping tale of one man’s journey to save his race, Empire Fools is a captivating and imaginative adventure challenging “listeners to look at humanity’s current ways and to truly question their roles in society.” From start to finish the release grips ears and thoughts, at times more dramatically than in other moments, but constantly provides a richly enticing and unrelentingly enjoyable proposition.

Hailing from Leeds, the progressive rock/post metal quartet emerged in 2010 and since then has bred a strong and loyal local following which with the release of Empire Fools threatens to spread much further afield and we suggest swiftly. Live the band has become an acclaimed part of the northern underground circuit and taken in shows with the likes of Thine and Pteroglyph along the way. Produced by guitarist David J. Freeman with the rest of the band, Empire Fools has be a proposition the band has taken its time over, a creative incitement that has been intensely sculpted and honed until finding the striking depth and persuasion of sound which embraces ears and immerses the imagination from opener Tey’sha onwards.

The first track emerges from a sonic fuelled atmosphere of almost intimidating suggestiveness, the portentous air blossoming into a tempest of hearty riffs and antagonistic rhythms. The guitar of Freeman is as imposing as it is fiery whilst the bass of Rory Smith adds a dark menace which complements the pungent strikes of drummer Dominic Turton and contrasts the emerging expressive melodic enterprise of the track perfectly. Soon seemingly established, the direction of sound suddenly swerves on ears and slips into a post rock apocalyptic calm, bass and guitar again a contrasting but united design of imagination and craft. This shadowed peace welcomes the excellent voice of Dave Rangel, his warm and expressive tones unveiling the narrative whilst backed well by the voice of Freeman. We mentioned Pteroglyph earlier and there is a definite similarity in structure and evocative nature to the song, and indeed album, to the project of Jimmy MacGregor, though in sound they stand apart. The track continues to twist and shift in creativity and character throughout, offering a persistently absorbing and exciting start to the album.

An opening bubbling of riffs and guitar endeavour ensures the start of Missionary has an instant grip on ears and imagination next, a hold tightening as again impressive vocals and a darker rhythmic side joins the provocative canvas of emotion and sound. Bursts of impassioned and technical intensity and moments of creative and vocal intimacy are fused and entangled across the song, their unity helping make the encounter an immediately alluring proposal though, as its predecessor and the rest of the album, holding more in its depths which only subsequent flights through the release begin to reveal.

     Empire Fools is definitely an album which flourishes and strengthens over a wealth of listens. There is no denying that it makes a strong first persuasion but as shown again in Lice, it only grows to a greater and more impressive stature given increasing time and attention. The third track has a heavier more volatile metallic substance to its flurries and perpetual prowl, epitomised by the earthy and sinister tone of the bass. Freeman’s guitar finds a great inflamed and acidic quality to its most compelling endeavour yet, whilst vocally Rangel more than solid in his main delivery brings great drama and adventure with additional twists and turns. The track is exceptional, an early big favourite and pinnacle in the release though straight away backed resourcefully by, after the beauty soaked ambience of the brief instrumental After Martyrdom, the progressive and melodic seducing of Numbers. Ten minutes long, the journey begins in a mellow kiss of voice and sonic charm subsequently brewing up more stormy scenery through bass and drums for the revelation of the lyrical adventure. In theme song and album is as rich and immersive as the sounds and enjoyable also needs many plays to fully piece together and explore.

At times there is an essence of UK band An Entire Legion to the End Begin sound across the album and indeed KingBathmat certainly to this track, nothing thick but a regular and potent coincidental scent which only adds to the riveting temptation. Trium Virum is another offering a similar suggestiveness though its beginning is more akin to the Arcade Messiah side of the creativity of KingBathmat’s John Bassett. The song is a smouldering and sultry yet reserved wash over the senses, ripe in sonic and melodic flames courtesy of Freeman with an almost predatory yearning care of Smith’s tantalising basslines. Fair to say it is another big highlight of the ever impressing encounter.

Rangel’s voice at times has a task to stand equal to the striking and dramatic enterprise elsewhere, but even without any real snarl or aggression to take them on he constantly stands by their side in potency and clarity, the production offering a strong base which he exploits perfectly as evidenced once more in the epic closing track. Another imagination inciting instrumental comes first; Remnants a tapestry of sonic clues for thought to run with before another extensive outing in Becoming brings the album to a stirring end. A dark start is driven by a vocal menacing before slipping into an even more tempestuous and agitated, almost capricious landscape with the stunning enterprise of Turton especially shining. It is a creative emprise though with just as potent warm colours and intimidating hues to its presence, crafting an engrossing and exhilarating offering for ears and psyche to take on. Again it is a song needing numerous visits to fully explore and appreciate its growth into the album’s most impressive track, but certainly it has body and emotions lit from its first flight too.

     Empire Fools just grows and lures the passions into greedier satisfaction with every listen, increasing the evidence that it and End Begin is a must investigation for all progressive rock and metal fans. It is hard to imagine there being many debuts making a bigger impact within those genres this year and deserves keen attention.

Empire Fools is out now via https://endbegin.bandcamp.com/

It is also available as an 8GB wafer USB containing extensive material such as guitar tabs, a digital booklet, a full digital painting, and a special featurette from the studio. For more info…

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Upcoming live dates …

Wed 29th May The Washington, Sheffield, UK

Fri 8th May The Snooty Fox, Wakefield, UK

Fri 22nd May Parish, Huddersfield, UK

Sat 23rd May Chameleon Arts Café, Nottingham, UK

Sat 22nd Aug Lincoln Imp, Scunthorpe, UK

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Murdock – Dead Lung

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How to describe Dead Lung, the new album from Dublin trio Murdock? Well quite simply it is a BEAST! In sheer power, ferocity, and primal instincts the album is a devourer of senses and psyche. Similarly though it has all the creative wile and lithe characteristics of a predator and once it has its claws in there is no escaping the savaging of hardcore, noise, or the technical trespass assaulting ears and igniting the imagination. Dead Lung is just immense.

Since emerging Murdock has earned an increasing and devoted following to go along with the reputation bred of being one incendiary device live. It is a devastating experience which in the words of the band has the attitude, “If you are not bleeding or exhausted, what is the point?” The band has ignited stages alongside the likes of Every Time I Die, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Unearth, Sick Of It All, Lower Than Atlantis, Coilguns and numerous more, either on tour or at individual shows but now it is their debut album Dead Lung, released via Basick Records, that is poised to be the detonator to greater intensive climes, and with little to surely stand in their way such its might and hellacious alchemy.

The album opens with the first single taken from it, Deer Noises. It is a track going for the jugular from its first breath, riffs gnawing the senses whilst rhythms venomously batter them, and it is fair to say that the sonic spicing wrapping both is up to no good either. It is a magnetic entrance enhanced further by the raw vocals of guitarist Aidan and the contagious elements flaring up in the tempest of sound and emotion. It is not just an infectious essence emerging either, an inventive unpredictable flurry of fierce and melodic twists adds to the gripping turmoil too. Coilguns comes to mind listening to the song but equally spices of bands like The Ghost of a Thousand and Kunz tease thoughts, all mere whispers in the roar though as the album gets off to a thumping irresistible start.

Albumcover   The band has so many weapons that impress, that unpredictability a major one outside of the sound itself and it continues to seduce across the album starting with I Am Not A Continent next. This also has the listener’s throat in its sonic jaws from the first second, guitars and bass snarling and ravaging the senses whilst the beats of Ronan show more restraint yet still unload with a punishing intent. Slips into mellow scenery equipped with sultry harmonies and progressive beauty virtually flirt with the listener inside the encounter too but always they have to submit for the similarly riveting fury fuelling the proposition.

A lustful appetite is already brewing by the time What You Don’t Like takes over; its psychotic character and agitated rhythmic bait a swift proposal to be feared and embraced. It is even angrier than the rages before it but also in some ways lacking the same addictive quality, though this is more to do with personal preferences across Dead Lung. The track seems to lean deeper in the hardcore side of the band compared to its more evenly sculpted predecessors but also arguably more experimental ideation with its Deftones like detours. It provides another fascinating incitement though but one soon surpassed by the band’s latest outstanding single Erk. An avalanche of rhythms bruise and inflame ears first, riffs and sonic ferocity just as toxic from within the storm. The bass of Rob lays down a mean throaty lure throughout the increasingly anthemic and volatile brute of a triumph also, but the song is a success again unafraid to slip into melodic beauty and evocative caresses. Its hooks are sheer addiction on top of it all and the band gets more accomplished in ability and imagination in three and a half minutes than most others will across a whole album.

Narrowcasting finds a post punk coldness and monotone elegance to its prowling presence next, the song managing to sound like a hybrid of Palms meets late seventies band Artery. It is just as intimidating in its doom lined mellowness as it is in the outbursts of pent up vocal and sonic vitriol and takes album and listener on a completely new direction to what came before whilst continuing in the same vein as the previous provocations. The track is mouth-watering stuff matched by Brainface which explodes in the face after the brief jazzy and progressive instrumental seduction of 51 West 95th St. This leads straight into the sonic windstorm and blistering inhospitality of Brainface, a relatively short punk brawl clad in noise rock devilry and furious dissonance.

Neither The Signal In The Noise nor Leave Me Here For The Crows take any prisoners, the first a scorching and scarring sonic consumption speared by magnetic rhythm invention, warped slithers of unconnected styles, and rabid vocals. Once feeling in the senses returns, there is only pleasure for the might and thrilling violation of the track, the same applying to its successor. This takes a more controlled assault to the senses yet is still a volcanic maliciousness which intensifies its potency and weight with every passing swipe and grazing riffs, whilst its core groove just makes the tongue pass over lips.

Juices spill again with the cyclonic Old Blood Dead Lung, a glorious beating with convulsive rhythms and a bass sound you can only describe as demonic. The guitar enterprise and vocal vehemence of Aidan strip ears of their stability magnificently and in no time the track is locked in as a favourite across the increasingly impressing album.

It should be noted that every glimpse of the song we are trying to portray is as just that, choice moments in the ever evolving and twisted landscape of the tracks, each conflicts you can make assumptions and have expectations over but will never get a full handle on until heard, as Vebalectomy next. It is hardcore and punk in its heart but a broad and constantly shifting diversity of sound and ideation in presence, and arguably this is one of the more straight forward tracks in its make-up.

      Dead Lung comes to a close through firstly the portentous doom seeded Nineteeneightyfive, a sinister and almost meditative soundscape as hypnotic as it is threatening and lastly Monographia which blooms from within its predecessor and returns to the post punk hued atmosphere and persuasion glanced over previously in the album. The vocals of Aidan and Rob are smouldering caresses within the raw and caustic but similarly reserved sounds, though in time it all becomes a turbulent and bracing proposition.

It is a superb end to an engrossing and simply thrilling album. Even the pair of singles put out just before Dead Lung barely gave a true picture of the variety and scintillating depths of songwriting and adventure of sound to be found within it. The list already is getting long for possible album of the year contenders but there is no other option than to add Murdock’s name to it.

Dead Lung is available now via Basick Records @ http://music.basickrecords.com/album/dead-lung

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RingMaster 17/04/2015

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Never A Hero – UnEvolution

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Bursting with variety, so much so that at times you are not sure where the band’s intention with their sound is going, it has to be said that UnEvolution is one rather enjoyable and memorable encounter. The second album from UK alternative rock band Never A Hero explores a much broader landscape of sounds and imagination than that tagging suggests. It does not always come off as potently in places as in others, and the album is soaked in a familiarity assumedly bred from inspirations, but still the release is one fun and highly appetising enjoyment.

Never A Hero emerged in 2009 when members from two bands came together to write and create new music well away from their usual styles. Debut EP Socially Awkward was recorded and unveiled in 2010, its re-release two years later awakening even greater attention. Between its outings though, the band were already finding radio airplay as well as TV coverage through debut single From Heroes To Angels, a success pushed on by second single Trippin’ On Speed and its video in 2011. Their first album Bleed Between The Lies was released at the end of 2012 to potent responses as subsequent singles taken from it like Burning Skies. Now they have just uncaged its successor UnEvolution, laying down rich bait for its arrival on a UK tour, and already it is making an open stir on the British rock scene.

The post hardcore like A Thousand Days Wasted opens things up, the track just glancing past one minute in length but in that turbulent time already hinting away that there may be much more lying in wait in the depths and invention of any song than revealed on its surface. This is soon evidenced by Mr Munchausen, an energetically striding slice of rock ‘n’ roll from its first breath and swiftly bringing metal and other heavy textures into play. Electronic tempting flirts away in the scenery of the evolving melodic rock encounter too, adding unpredictable and tantalising hues to the enjoyable roar of the song. Vocalist Phrixus has an excellent expression and quality to his voice and is just as strongly backed by the tones of guitarist Mickey Thin and bassist KB. As suggested there is a strong element of familiarity to songs on the album and rampant here but it only adds to the satisfaction. Sick Puppies and Fall Out Boy come to mind in varying ways, always good spices in a blaze of a song.

Never A Hero Artwork   A breaking storm and the drama of strings opens up Nightboy next, the track soon striding purposefully with feisty riffs and warm melodies, heading to a potent chorus which it maybe me but amazingly has a healthy feel of Bryan Adams to it. Never thought healthy and that name would escape these fingers together. The guitars of Thin and Kaji 2.0 recruit keen attention to the song alone but with the scything beats of drummer Daisy Lai and the ever alluring vocals of Phrixus, it is another easily accessible and pleasing proposition.

Not Too Cool To Dance takes another turn in the album, its electro punk like stomp almost Hollywood Undead like whilst the rapping vocals has a touch of bands like G.R.I.M and Hadouken to them . It is a stonking start which loses its allure a touch with the following melodic relaxation, strength soon regained as a mix of styles creates a reserved but tempestuous proposal. Again the song wins out and joins the opening pair in leaving ears and thoughts thoroughly contented before making way for the electro meets alternative rock exploits of It’s The Way. Hard rock textures and melodic flames add to the tempting, as do excellent female vocals leading to a touch of Forever Still to the encounter, but ultimately the track does not have the spark of those before it and feels a little safe to be honest. Nevertheless it keeps the album’s potency high as does the electro/hard rock mixed offering The Crow That Follows You Home, it too not sparking the same flame of emotion as the first trio of songs but leaving ears and appetite for the release more than happy.

The orchestral piece God Is Complex brings an interlude next though its epic and evocative presence which rather than allow a breath to be taken brings new theatre and anticipation to the imagination before it embraces the following Kramer. Electro rock with a whiff of Nintendo-core merges with melodic rock, a blend the band increasingly does well and makes strong persuasions with across UnEvolution it has to be said. The track proceeds to stomp and bellow as guitars stir up its canvas and the bass provides a great dark almost sinister attitude to the boiling vocal emotion. It is a great track re-igniting early pleasures whilst again making you wonder what is the prime Never A Hero sound or it starting point.

The more classic hard rock embrace of Falling Up is next and has ears aligned with ease before The Idiots Are Winning bounds around with its tempestuous and openly infectious revelry. Once again a wide twist of styles are tangled to create a recognisable but contagiously magnetic slice of pop rock, this the best way to generally describe the album maybe. The theatrical Succubus sees a clash of mature melodic rock with a more basic street punk narrative, but with guttural roars, grooved infestations, and psyche lit drama breaking out, the song is nothing but thrilling persuasion, especially when it breaks into a fiery swing at one point.

The album ends with the Time To Crucify, a song though individual feels like a reprise of all that came before in one final tapestry of sound and flavours. It is a good end to an increasingly enjoyable encounter. Bands with vast diversity are the most exciting and potentially important bands in music, and that part of Never A Hero makes a good album a great offering. UnEvolution might not be the best album to hit the year so far but it is one of the more enjoyable and that works for us.

UnEvolution is out later this year @ http://www.neverahero.net/shop

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RingMaster 17/04/2015

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Dirt Box Disco – Only in it For the Money

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You always know what you are going to get with a Dirt Box Disco album yet they still push their sound and invention on each and every time to never sound stale or repetitive. With their new release though the UK punk ‘n’ rollers, who have been stomping and a hollering since 2009, have really pushed the creative boat out and come up with a collection of their most diverse and adventurous songs yet. Only in it For the Money is by far the pinnacle of their rampage so far and that is without losing any of the insatiably mischievous and dirty devilry which has equally gone to make Dirt Box Disco one of the most greedily devoured and roared about rock ‘n’ roll bands in Britain.

Whether it is because principal songwriter Spunk Volcano has pushed his boundaries with his solo project or it is just an organic progression, the new album is a web of diverse punk flavours retaining the key Dirt Box Disco sound. Previous album Bloonz impressed and thrilled but in hindsight it was not a big step on from its predecessor Peoplemadeofpaper. The question was had the band come to the end of its potential? Only in it For the Money is a swift kick in the nuts of such blasphemy and potentially the bridge between national capture and a global spotlight.

Band and album strike with voracious force in opener Guest list, a track which hits with the welcome DBD signature character but equally stirs up a new nest of creative hornets. Its initial touch is a stinging coaxing which in a breath turns into a turbulent stomp of anthemic vocals and compelling riffs. Sculpted on the confrontation every ticketed show must come up against, the track is pure virulence and if you are not leaping around and yelling within the first minute we suggest you call the paramedics as you might be on your death bed. Quite simply punk rock, indeed rock ‘n’ roll does not get any better.

The Art Of Conversation follows and presses ears with a broader rock sound before rigorously crooning vocally and antagonistically, at the same time breeding swiping rhythms and raw riffery. Contagion is always a given with the band’s songs and again here it is an irresistible persuasion amidst the coarser raging of sound. There is a great Buzzcocks bred hook within the tempest too, just a slither of tang but an intoxicating hue in the imposing slab of punk ‘n’ roll.

Only in it for the money - Cover   Like the music, lyrically the band get to the point, no bushes worked around to make an impact and if it takes a uncultured approach to get the impact needed so be it, and so it is with Fat Twats And Scumbags. From an Oliver like plea, the song is a prowling and bitter dagger drawn predation on the state of society and political agendas bred from old school punk and furious metallic provocation. The track is an animal and already three songs in revealing that earlier mentioned variety in the character and heart of the album.

Something In My Eye revels in a raucous pop punk canvas next. Riffs and beats are a tenacious abrasing to which the great vocal mix across the band led by WEAB.I.AM brings tasty infectiousness. It is the blaze of classic rock seeded guitar from Danny Fingers which steals the show, though only just from the rest of the essences making up one addictive encounter; a contagion just as potent in the similarly lighter brewed rocker I Dont Wanna Know Your Name. Galloping through ears with pure energy and melodic enterprise, the song is one of those sing-a-long moments impossible to resist physically and vocally, but then that applies to all their songs, certainly upon Only in it For the Money.

The following Crushed is a more expected DBD offering but again it has a fresh nature in its presence. The driving enticing bassline provided by Deadbeatz Chris takes hold from the first seconds, tightening its grip as the swinging thumps of Maff Fazzo cage and batter the senses. With the guitars of Spunk Volcano and Danny creating a flavoursome web of sonic endeavour, the track swiftly enlists the imagination and emotions though it is soon overshadowed by the outstanding Dirtbox Disco. A ferocious trespass of punk attitude and raging, this is a song we have been waiting for, the band name always lending itself to a song at some point and finally arriving as a predator fuelled by ravaging energy and compelling creative antics.

If You Want A Sexy Bird Join A Fuckin Band opens with a melancholic croon wrapped in Green Day like softness, its protagonist self-pitying over the lack of success with the ladies. The band is soon riling up against him though; it is quite simple if you want to score join a fuckin’ band. Surely not that easy but nevertheless the song continues to toy with a poppier punk sound battered with a hardcore old school punk fury, the result a thrilling union and collision with the senses.

There is a touch of Flogging Molly to parts of the excellent Please Dont Walk Away next, a thumping charge of a song with again a refreshing mix of rock hues in its surging fist pumping incitement, whilst Realy Fast Car is as much power pop as it is dirty rock ‘n’ roll. Think The Radio Stars meets Eddie and The Hot Rods then infested with the Dirt Box Disco DNA and you have one exhilarating onslaught.

We explore more seventies seeded power pop next with Cry Myself To Sleep, this time doused in the tantalising scent of The Damned. It is another offering where limbs and throat are submissive and eager to join in within barely a flood of seconds, but as suggested that applies everywhere as proven by the lively melodic croon of Day After Tomorrow. The bass seduces and vocals provoke a ready to play response immediately whilst the crisp beats and enticing riffs only add to an inescapable enticing simply oozing from the song.

We get pure DBD with Ladyboyz, lyrics as base and hilarious as you could wish and hooks as flirtatious and addictive as those at the centre of attention in the song, or so we are told. We have always wondered how personal, intimate to the band certainly the failed romance lined songs are, and even more so after this…a tale for another interview maybe? The track itself will linger and fester in the psyche once heard, especially its prime hook and that salacious chorus.

Only in it For the Money comes to an end through All Day Long, arguably the least adventurous and explosive track on the release yet another leaving ears doused in happiness and the album on a potent high. As suggested Dirt Box Disco have unleashed their finest moment yet, one which is a leap forward in every aspect from their previous impressive outings. They have set them self a new lofty marker for future releases to be compared to but this feels like a new dawning for the band, so easy to expect that they will simply take it in their creative stride.

Only in it For the Money is released April 19th 2015 on STP Records. For details check out http://www.stprecords.co.uk and https://dirtboxdisco.bigcartel.com

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Upcoming DBD live dates including album launch shows.

APR 17 – ASYLUM 2, BIRMINGHAM (Album Launch)

APR 18 – ZOMBIE HUT, CORBY (Album Launch)

APR 19 – Star & Garter, Manchester (Album Launch) – Tickets – http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page7.htm

APR 24 – Yorkshire House, Lancaster

APR 25 – Scotland Calling, ABC, Glasgow

MAY 03 – The Dog House, Nottingham

MAY 09 – The Boathouse, CAMBRIDGE

MAY 15 – Polish Social Club, Barnsley

MAY 16 – North West Calling, Ritz, Manchester May 23 – Nice N Sleazy, Morecambe

MAY 29 – Liquid Rooms, Edinburgh (with The Buzzcocks)

MAY 30 – Berwick on Tweed, Berwick FC.

JUN 07 – Boars Head, Kidderminster

JUN 13 – Riffs Bar, Swindon

JUN 20 – The Old Star, Uttoxeter

JUN 27 – Hillview Comunity Centre, Cheltenham

JUN 28 – Warehouse 23, Wakefield (with 999)

JUL 24 – Bladefest

JUL 25 – Private Party

AUG 6-9 – Rebellion, Blackpool

AUG 30 – 3 Chords Fest, Penzance, Cornwall

 

RingMaster 16/04/2015

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Loaded 44 – Come On!

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If there is a fiercer more contagious slab of rock ‘n’ roll around right now than Come On! it is sure to be a major triumph as the second album from UK punks Loaded 44 is one mighty stomp. From a strong but arguably unremarkable start it turns into a ridiculously addictive and riotous brawl. It does not take long for the transition to happen either, just a couple of songs, but when the release kicks up a gear bliss and exhaustion is its legacy.

Hailing from the North East, Loaded 44 began in 1996 stirring up the local scene before working on a broader attention and wave of eager appetites for their “ass-shakin’ punk rock”. The band’s live reputation is second to none whilst first album Wasted On You, released in 2011 on STP Records like its successor, established the band as one of the UK’s finest musically voracious punk bands. Now the quartet of vocalist Beki (Steve Ignorant, Chaos 8), guitarist Dave, bassist Steve and drummer Nelly (both Hi-Fi Spitfires and The Lurkers), have upped the ante and created a new tempest of attitude and aggressive infectiousness in Come On!, an album to rage at the world with and lose your inhibitions to.

As mentioned the album did not bowl as over initially though it had attention and appetite gripped and eager through the first pair of songs. Breakdown hits first and from a single riff erupts in a blaze of jabbing beats and aggressive chords. Once Beki unveils her distinctive tones, the track is a richly satisfying slice of rock ‘n’ roll for thoughts to swiftly align to. What it does not have is the spark to ignite anything more than calm but thorough enjoyment. Nevertheless it is a potent start straight away matched by the rhythmically agitated Something For Nothing. A throaty bassline instantly grips whilst the vocals of Beki have a great Poly Styrene edge to them as the rumbling beats of Nelly add richer anthemic bait. Again though, it strongly pleases without sparking big excitement, though that all changes from hereon in.

STP033     Paper Heart steps up next with a heavy tempest of beats and riffs on its first breath, a stormy presence soon veined by group harmonies and the combative tones of Beki. They in turn seem to inspire greater attitude and menace in the other parts of the song, the result a forceful romp with a volatile air veined by incendiary flames of rock guitar. Finishing on an inescapable anthemic roar the song makes way for Generation Idiot and yet another gear and plateau is found. Vocals lure from the first second, swiftly backed by addictive hooks and dirty riffs. The song is soon ablaze with pop punk devilry and energy, but this is no lightweight Green Day like tempting, but a fiery and predatory incitement of power punk.

The class ‘A’ addiction of Give It Up strides in next, a track with a chorus taking barely seconds to be seduced by, roared along with, and deeply wormed in the psyche. The repetitive spine of the song through bass and riffs, has all the hallmarks of an understandable influence of The Lurkers and works like a magnet as melodies and hooks flare up with virulent catchiness around it. The track screams single but then again most of the songs from the album have that declaration as proved by Over And Out next. A bigger bruising encounter than its predecessor, the track equally has that infectious temptation and enterprise to it. Vocally Beki reveals a touch of the Fay Fifes whilst the guitars and bass collude to create a straight forward yet perpetually spicy confrontation punctuated by the scything swings of Nelly’s sticks.

Aggression and intensity only gets harder and more imposing in Step Back In Time but so does the band’s ability to create catchy provocations. Hooks simply seduce as rhythms and riffs badger rigorously, whilst vocally the band and Beki singularly, whip up an anthemic storm from which escape is impossible, a success emulated in Only Ones within seconds. Like a dirtier punk version of The Rezillos, the track is a rampant persuasion of rock temptation. Both tracks have you thinking rock ‘n’ roll does not get much better than this but oh it does as shown by the outstanding Shake It Up. Opening with a classic rock spicing within its punk coaxing, and with a great whiff of The Duel to its early melodic and harmonic resonance, the song twists around to unleash a chorus which simply sends a tingle down the spine as body and emotions succumb to its epidemic lures. It is one of those moments you know music is primarily there to breed, an all-consuming treat which only grows stronger and hungrier as the band get even more adventurous within the brilliant encounter.

The album is brought to a thrilling close by It`s Not About You first of all, a raucous punk ‘n’ roll exploit with drama to its riffs and delicious bassline. Voices and beats cast a riveting and bracing proposal as ears and the passions are set ablaze once again, then left on a high at the song’s departure, subsequently and fed further intensive pleasure by the closing Love Myself To Death. A more standard rock punk bellow but giving the album one final exciting moment, the track just puts the final layer of icing on a modern punk classic.

You may come up against many albums which might rival Come On! as a bulging package of rock ‘n’ roll anthems but there will be few to surpass it, if any. Loaded 44 produce punk rock at its best and an example of why the genre and state of mind will never die.

Come On! is available now on CD via S.T.P. Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm and digitally @ https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/come-on!/id982345664

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RingMaster 16/04/2015

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Desert – Never Regret

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It was four years ago that Israeli dark epic metal band Desert sparked ears and imagination with debut album Star Of Delusive Hopes and now the Tel-Aviv sextet returns with its highly anticipated successor, the even more dramatic and enthralling, not forgetting enjoyable, Never Regret. It is an album which explores more potently the uniqueness within the invention which marked out their first full-length release and like its predecessor, it too has moments which excite more than others but unrelentingly the new proposition makes you sit up and revel in its imaginative adventure.

Formed in 2002 by guitarist Max Shafranski, Desert began luring attention, as its line-up grew and stabilised, with the demo The Way To Honor in 2004, though it was debut EP Prophecy Of The Madman which was the spark to stronger and broader acclaim. Another line-up change brought fresh blood and imagination into the band, this soon in evidence upon the 2011 released Star Of Delusive Hopes. There was not the originality to it which now spreads across Never Regret but it had all the essences to captivate, something which again has escalated on its successor.

The release opens with Chasing the Prey, a brief instrumental full of portentous shadows, rhythmic incitement, and enticing harmonies aligned to brewing danger. The track sets the atmosphere and scene perfectly, though it could have done with another minute such the enjoyment. Its departure heralds the gateway for the excellent Assassin’s Fate to stride through with an eager and aggressive cantor. The keys of Oleg Aryutkin instantly cast an almost cinematic colouring to the song, evocatively soaking the sinew sculpted beats of drummer Assaf Markowitz and the tantalising guitar enterprise of Sergei Nemichenitser and Max Shafranski. In no time it is a transfixing flight with its narrative and heart revealed by the distinctive tones of vocalist Alexei Raymar. He has a delivery which for some might take time to adjust to but his presence is almost that of a warrior in the context of the album, a raw yet accomplished protagonist as integral an element in the landscape as the sounds.

ALBUM-COVER      The wonderfully turbulent mix of heavy and epic metal makes way for Son of a Star, it too carrying a climatic air and body to its presence. The bass of Sergei Dmitrik provides a predatory lure against the initial swirling wash of keys whilst jagged riffs collude with lashing rhythms to bring greater intensity into the immersive embrace of the track; a warrior breath and technical enterprise merging to ignite and invigorate the lively crusade. With a great guitar solo from guest Alex Zvulun another potent tempting, the song passes on ears to the mellower though no less intimidating atmosphere of The Wolf’s Attack. Initial orchestral caresses soon evolve and strengthen into more aggressive, at times almost punkish endeavour. Bewitching melodies and billowing orchestration get magnetically involved too, the song creating a volatile canvas for the imagination to explore, with potent suggestiveness offered by another scorching guitar solo.

The album’s title track brings a familiarity with it next, though it is hard to say why. It just feels like something heard many times before but it does not dilute its success and appeal. In fact it only increases the richness of the adventure in song and album, allowing a more accessible union between it and the listener swiftly becoming a major moment within Never Regret.

Zvulun returns to add extra rich hues to The Road to You straight after, as also vocalist Infy who joins the evocative ballad. Her voice becomes a serenading light in the increasingly explosive drama and tempestuous theatre of the track, and though the song does not match the potency of its predecessors there is something seriously compelling to it just as there is to 1812, a track which might not quite excite as those before but is still a riveting and increasingly tempting provocation. Featuring Ralf Scheepers of Primal Fear on vocals, the song constantly twists and roars across its alluring proposal, musically and vocally.

Flying Dutchman instantly ignites ears and appetite with the violin skills of Merry Ann Genin, her melodic flames gypsy like in tone and a captivating temper to the savage presence and intent of bass and riffs. The song is outstanding, carrying a folkish swagger and lure in its midst before making way for the orchestral elegance of Final Journey which continues to seduce even when erupting into a more rugged, and in the case of the bass, carnivorous persuasion. Both tracks in their individual ways are unpredictable and enthralling with certain parts creative genius and always a highly satisfying enjoyment.

The dark predatory lures of Imperial Eagle, a song with melodic and orchestral flags waving magnetically within its imposing turmoil, gives another impressive and seriously exciting proposition before Invincible brings Never Regret to a mighty close. The track is sinew and grace in one formidable and appealing conflict, a battle cry and celebration simultaneously.

As much as Star Of Delusive Hopes impressed it is easily outshone by the majesty and masterful creation of Never Regret. It is a release still suggesting there is more to come before Desert find their full potential but with great offerings like this we can wait.

Never Regret is available now @ https://desertband.bandcamp.com/album/never-regret

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RingMaster 16/04/2015

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Raketkanon – Rktkn#2

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Barely a handful of weeks back, Belgium band Raketkanon not only ignited but incinerated the passions and imagination with the single Florent. A warped rhythmic dance immersed in a startling and ridiculously compelling tapestry of noise, the song not only announced the introduction to one compelling band but made a riveting and exciting appetising to the album it came from. Now that the release has arrived, and though Rktkn#2 does not always quite live up to that first initial seduction, it makes for one blissfully thrilling proposition.

To be fair when we say the album does not match the earlier appetiser it is not strictly true as where Florent was a swift explosive dig in the ribs of attention and lust, many of the songs within Rktkn#2 provide a slow and intensely simmering temptation which need time to convince and seduce. Ultimately they do though, ensuring every listen is a fresh and perpetually unveiling exploration that is very easy to rigorously enthuse about.

With their name meaning rocket cannon in Dutch, Ghent hailing Raketkanon create an experimental incitement seeded in a wide array of sounds and flavours. From sludge and doom to noise and psychedelic rock, the band’s music has a distinct character and invention which defies comparisons on the whole. Some have offered Melvins and Tomahawk as references whilst we could suggest the likes of Kabul Golf Club, Joy Division, Coilguns, and Young Gods as a hint to their sound but only listening reveals the dark majesty of the compelling drones, incendiary rhythms, and dramatic textures fuelling tracks and release.

10959513_10153103655542112_4720665964608033336_nThe album opens with the aforementioned single and after a torrent of listens when first released, Florent still makes the greatest magnet for the band. As feedback and sonic enticement lead into discord kissed enterprise surrounding an unrelenting prowl of invasive rhythms, the track preys on body and emotions. It has a threat, a danger, and a fascination which just engulfs the ears and psyche. The quartet of Jef Verbeeck, Pieter de Wilde, Lode Vlaeminck, and Pieter-Paul Devos continue to entrance as scowling vocals from Devos spill from his throat over the expanding web of noise. A post punk tone to the bass also emerges more prominently as the song takes to a meditative respite midway; it’s tempting aligned to twanged guitar endeavour and a calm which is almost as portentous as the returning deranged dance of noise. The song never turns into a raging fire though; its droning reserved and its croon certainly unhinged yet controlled, with only the vocals a bedlamic fury.

With each song titled by a name, Nico Van Der Eeken comes next and it too opens on an immediate bait of slow but focus grabbing beats before creating a spiralling weave of synth brewed intrigue. The effect coated vocals also have a restrained introduction though it cannot stop them bringing inviting mania into the mix. They surprisingly remain ‘subdued’ as the song raises its intensity and voracity, taking centre spot in the quieter moments of a song which despite its energetic pursuits is also nothing less than mesmeric. A flush of hardcore like influence eventually ignites the vocals in an inflamed finale to a song, and end and song leaving thoughts and emotions startled and enslaved.

The following Suzanne has an instant swagger to its lively entrance and a more stoner-esque air to its melodic sultriness, both aligned to the ever vocal and enticing down tuned coaxing of guitars. The track is a more recognisable rock proposal initially, stomping with aggression and energy before wrong-footing with a drop into calm evocative waters, a simple melodic caress accompanying similarly gentle vocals. Of course all that we suggest has another lining to it, a generally indescribable one which festers and grows into something different, here a psychedelic wind of stark and uncomfortable but mentally and physically stimulating trespass growing from the calmed storm.

The albums adventure twists around again with Mathilde, the song a gentle embrace of cold but welcoming guitar and wistful low toned vocals over repetitive and wonderfully hypnotic bait. For three minutes its sombre yet magnetic temptation enthrals before lifting its muscular head and weight with a new angst in riffs and vocals matched by a dark fuelled bassline and fiercely jabbing beats. Doomy and embracing essences of post rock, the song is one of those longer to persuade but emerges as a spellbinding and ever changing sonic emprise of emotional and physical evocation.

Elisa is another long term simmering in regard to getting under the skin but with a spine of rhythmic repetition and eruption into an angst pooled vat of intensity and sonic rapacity it wins out. Exploring a more alternative rock premise whilst continuing to throw in a constant barrage of musical and inventive curveballs, it takes time to grip the passions unlike Ibrahim which has them enslaved within the first few moments of its driving and almost sonically mystical opening. The track is sensational, a rival to the opener and a tantalising maze of spicy endeavour with an imagination bordering on the chaotic yet staying within a sculpted framework, though to be honest that in itself is bordering psychotic.

Straight away another irresistible triumph is unleashed through Harald, a contagion loaded song which is as funky as it gets in a noise woven, distortion fed, and sonic crazed enterprise. Its opening minute is sheer infection but it is when the band unleashes a rhythmic stalking bred from the same wells of invention of a Wire or Gang Of Four that the track kicks off a torrent of lustful reactions. Entangling disorientating sounds, raw vocals, and sonic disturbances, the track sculpts the most enthralling and mouth-watering demented soundscape.

The album closes with the epic Hanz, a track maybe too long for personal tastes though not one moment of its nine minutes is lacking certifiable invention and engrossing ideation. Its low key emergence is soon a continually growing and intensifying brew, harsh but gentle sounds gaining an edge and attitude in many ways before finally breaking into more tempestuous scenery, though that too is just a stage in the evolution of the song. Cinematic, transfixing, and atmospherically brooding, the track eventually finds its heaviest, intrusive touch at its climax. It is a fascinating end to the album if not the most easily accessible without plenty of attention.

As we said at the start, Florent brought high and excited hopes for Rktkn#2 and the scintillating encounter has not let us down. The single forged a plateau for the band’s music which was always going to be hard to persistently match but plenty of tracks within the album do and those missing its ledge still leave a seriously enjoyable and creatively innovative experience to greedily devour. Bottom line is that Raketkanon is a must for all fans of noise, discord, and experimental challenges.

Rktkn#2 is available now via KKK Records @ http://raketkanon.bigcartel.com/ on CD and vinyl and digitally @ https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/rktkn-2/id972774371

Upcoming show dates…

28/04/15 : Stag & Hounds – Bristol

29/04/15 : The Shacklewell Arms – London

30/04/15 : Audio – Glasgow

02/05/15 : Live in Leeds Festival – The Brudenell Social Club

03/05/15 : The Hope – Brighton

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RingMaster 15/04/2015

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