Head On – Ubik

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Cold and calculating yet atmospherically immersive and at times invitingly suffocating, the debut album from Greek outfit Head On is a sonic trespass of the senses which simply commands attention. It is an invasive confusion of noise skilfully and deliberately woven to entangle and distract, disturb and invade; one which ignited the imagination at virtually every turn.

Head On are a quartet from Athens which creates a post punk bred sound infested with the raw snarls of grunge and heavy expansive climates of post rock. In fact it is a sound which embraces the causticity and dark depths of many flavours for its physical and emotional dissonance. Ubik is the band’s first album; an introduction quite easy to see taking the band’s presence far beyond their local borders.

Produced by the band with Iraklis Vlachakis, Ubik swiftly takes hold of close attention with opener Entropy. The instrumental is a rousing invitation into the release immediately revealing the aural palette the band creates from; its drifting waves of post rock nurtured sound lapping a post punk hued landscape. In no time the imagination was keenly involved and even more so as the track slips into the nagging prowess of next up Σήψη (Decay). Riffs and dark grooves collude in its similar swells of sound, casting hooks for ears and appetite to be ensnared by as vocals prowl the murky intimation for something akin to a blend of Joy Division and Leitmotiv and quite addictive by its close.

Lexicon follows with its own arsenal of compelling textures and trespasses. As vocals again almost stalk proceedings, the bass uncages a delicious dark nagging on ears around which guitars spin a rapacious web of grooved bait. It is highly magnetic and even more so when the track twists into grunge lined punk rock, the captivation only more tempting in its second cycle before Dylarama springs its own punk infused challenge on ears and an already greedy appetite. The track is a lime pit of varied rock ‘n’ roll; scorching and eating away at the senses with its sonic tides and attitude, a PiL like glaze liquor in its tart toxicity.

The stark soundscape of Imipolex G is next, a track with a hint of Alien Sex Fiend to its dissonance and Sex Gang Children to its emotive character. Harsh and corrosive yet with a melancholic elegance which boldly simmers up at certain moments, the song grips ears with ease if not quite to the intensity of successor Life Seems Johnny Rotten. It’s Bauhaus seeded groove and spirals of guitar swiftly enthral, the subsequent vocal drone and melody infested post punk stroll elevating the song’s thick magnetism. A kaleidoscope of sounds and hues, the song is glorious expanding its lure as its tight senses encroaching tunnels of noise erupt into expansive sonic scenery.

Across the great irritant that is No Harm, a track which niggles and nags the senses into easy submission, and the rich rock ‘n’ roll of Broom of the System the album just accentuates its potency and variety in sound. Both embrace a mix of flavours with the second especially making a bold side step from post punk instincts with its heavy and classic rock spiced escapade though it still retains the steely repetitious instincts of that core genre in its depths.

Closing out the album is Scum Manifesto, a sonic scalding which boils from imposing calm into an acrimonious flood of noise and intent. It entices until it is ready to unleash its venom, which it does like pouring boiling oil on the senses. It is masterful end to an album which increasingly impressed play by play.

If not with Ubik, though the album has everything needed to lure rich praise, Head On is facing the prospect of real attention within the European rock scene. How their sound will evolve is intriguing and already keenly anticipated here but more of the striking same next time around will do very nicely too.

Ubik is available now digitally and on 12” vinyl @ https://headongreece.bandcamp.com/album/ubik

Upcoming UK tour dates.

Jun 28 The Pig and Fiddle, Bath

Jun 29 New Cross Inn, New Cross

Jun 30 The Pipeline, Brighton

Jul 01 The Old England, Bristol

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Pete RingMaster 06/06/2018

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We Are Hex – W.D.M.R.S/Tongues 7”

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Providing two tracks which would soundtrack any occultist or pagan ritualistic dance with a toxicity even the exponents of those dark arts would fear, Indianapolis quartet We Are Hex unleash their new 7” single W.D.M.R.S./Tongues. The release is a glorious ravaging of the psyche and calling of the primal predator in us all, and one of the most virulently addictive and seductive releases in a long time.

We Are Hex has never been slow in ripping up the rulebook and infiltrating the senses with an infestation of their sonic irreverence and rhythmic antagonism, as shown by the likes of Gloom Bloom (2009), Hail The Goer (2010), and the Jon Spencer produced single Lewd Nudie Animals / Real Waco Lot Lizard of last year; just three of their uncompromising manipulative adventures. The band creates a gothic drenched death rock which just seems to get darker and thicker in its causticity and brilliance, but the new pair of songs has found a depth and plateau which leaves everything before it in varying degrees of shade. Both tracks are simple glorious, rapacious stalking of senses and emotions which leave the longest lingering and most deeply entrenched alchemy from the band yet. Ahead of a new full-length and continuing the striking legacy of their 7” unleashes, which includes the Jack White recorded Twist the Witch’s Titty, the new single is pure salacious joy and the reason the devil loves rock music.

W.D.M.R.S leads the persuasion, emerging from a sinister sonic mist of intrigue and menace as a portentous declaration marks our We Are Hex - W.D.M.R.S covercards. Named after sixties band Coven’s Witchcraft Destroys Minds and Reaps Souls, and featuring the guest tones of Jinx Dawson from the band, the song entangles ears and senses in a web of guitar temptation aligned to calls of torturous souls. It is intimidating bait which the rich throaty voice of the bass and a percussive flirting only accentuates before the body of the song leaps from the tempest to immediately grip the passions. Rhythms unleash their heaviest thumping suasion right then too as guitars entwine and score ears with minimalistic but resourcefully precise melodic toxicity. It is a gorgeous swamp of sound, a Siouxsie Sioux element touching the vocals of Jill whilst moonshine like whiffs of The Slits soaks beats and their imposing agitation. The song transports the imagination into the heart of sultry satanic scenery, a sonic clawing and rhythm driven hypnotism inescapable bonds holding thoughts and emotions, not forgetting swiftly ardour wrapped passions tight. With seventies bred garage pop and psychedelic whispers also adding their coating to the recipe, the song is pure aural venom and quite delicious.

Its success and immense seduction is swiftly thrown up another level or three with Tongues, the track two minutes of addiction causing ingenuity driven by rhythmic irritation and sonic nagging. It is simply brilliant, a carnivorous tsunami of tenacious melodic scorching and sonic animosity strapped to a rhythmic hostility and persistence which draws the deepest insatiable lust in return for its rampant enticement. Imagine Alien Sex Fiend and the Sex Gang Children in an illicit union with Stolen Babies and Morning Wood and you get an idea of the sheer ingenuity and virulent compulsion that is Tongues. Arguably the best song heard this year and last, it is a musical bitch with all the charm and voracity of a rabid burlesque dancer, something which applies to the sound of We Are Hex full stop really.

Sometimes you come across a band which consistently sculpts templates for others which in turn subsequently breed new depths of subservient allegiance towards them; We Are Hex is one of the most masterful and deviously riveting bands and if you have doubts we give the W.D.M.R.S/Tongues 7” as our proof and recommendation to go be infected.

W.D.M.R.S/Tongues is available via Latest Flame Records now @ http://wearehex.bandcamp.com/album/w-d-m-r-s-tongues

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10/10

RingMaster 17/06/2014

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The Black Black – One Blunt Death Party / You’re A Danger

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Creating a sound with a schizophrenic edge to its virulently contagious imagination, The Black Black has instantly thrust themselves to the heart of the fullest attention with their new double7″ single, One Blunt Death Party / You’re A Danger. It is a compelling, ridiculously infectious three track excuse for the passions to show some lust and a release which makes the Brooklyn trio a band to keep a close eager eye upon.

Formed in 2011, The Black Black brew up a distressed dance of sound bred from a mix of post punk, psyche rock, and punk. Latched to grooves which are epidemically riveting, it all combines for a presence which leaves a hungry appetite in the ear and passions.  Released via Money Fire Records, the single takes little time in stealing the fullest focus and appetite for their offering, the opening bass growl and similarly voiced guitar of first song You’re A Danger an immediate rich temptation which gnaws at and snatches the listener’s focus from anything else in the vicinity. Once settled in an invitingly repetitive but irresistible swagger a melodic guitar starts to entangle its sonic tendrils gently around the core of the song, its enticement matched by great harmonious vocals. The track is like a mix of Baddies and The Passions with a spice of The Gaa Gaas and Scars added for extra invention and as it continues in its romp with restraint but open energy and fevered passion, the song sculpts a highly potent declaration veined with discord kissed enterprise and melodic bewitchment, hypnotic persistence and sonic causticity also as equally ripe and convincing.

One Blunt Death Party continues the scintillating start; again a raw gnarly opening softening up the ears before sonic scythes of guitar and vocal intimidation parade their welcome barracking. As with its predecessor the rhythmic probing is inevitably thrilling, predation soaked beats and bass riffs alone caging and enslaving thoughts and hunger whilst making the perfect canvas for the guitar to unveil its mouthwatering narrative. The song has a garage punk like glaze to its sound at times, a raw and scuzzy surface which is pierced and punctuated by the imagination of the songwriting, a complete lure which offers thoughts of the likes of Wire and The Strokes a place to make suggestions. Like the first the track it is impossibly infectious, totally commanding in its presence, and simply an ingenious suasion.

Closing up the release is Cleptogina, a track which steals the show even against the brilliance of the first two slices of sonic alchemy. Taking that previously mentioned schizophrenic air into full on aural bedlam, the song is a spiteful but wholly enthralling web of rhythmic lashing and sonic acidity, again discord and uncompromising adventure raging within a honed vitriolic blaze of fury that mutually seduces and withers the senses. There are whispers of Alien Sex Fiend and early The Horrors spiking throughout the ferocious engagement but also from within the tempest a corrupted melodic acerbity which toys with the ears and brings excited hues to the aural rabidity. The closer shows the depth of the songwriting and along with the other two songs stretches the promise and further possibilities within The Black Black to highly anticipated climes.

The One Blunt Death Party / You’re A Danger single is an exceptional base for one exciting band and an introduction which you suspect will make for a great many The Black Black a new plaything for their passions.

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10/10

RingMaster 01/11/2013

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TeribalAnamal – Anamala

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Steeped in and seeded from the early minimalistic days of post punk and new wave adventure, Anamala the debut EP from US band TeribalAnamal, is a rather tasty introduction to a band well worth keeping a close eye upon. Containing six uncluttered but resourcefully sculpted songs, the release is a tantalising provocateur which is simultaneously nostalgic and fresh to the ear, and one you find yourself drawn back to time and time again.

Formed around a year ago from the meeting of Stephanie ( guitar/vocals), Chalky (drums), and Ryan (bass/vocals), the Brooklyn band has swiftly built a fine reputation around NYC finding potent success and responses across the likes of the Trash Bar, Delancey, and Fontana’s Bar with their intensive gigging regime. Their sound is influenced by bands such as Siouxsie and The Banshees, The Cure, The Pixies, Joy Division, New Order, Sonic Youth, Teenage Jesus & the Jerks, The Cramps and more, which gives you a good hint of what to expect with Anamala, though it does not reveal all of its potency.

The deliciously throaty sound of the bass welcomes the ear first as Ice starts things off to soon be pierced by the howling vocal call of 74262-AnamalaStephanie. With the bass continuing to seduce the senses and thoughts whilst the guitar lays down a slightly caustic web, a Joy Division like haze invitingly wraps the ear whilst the vocals of Ryan add to the sinister embrace with his reservedly expressive tones. Not for what will be not the first time on the EP, the bass suggests Gang Of Four inspirations whilst the melodically hinting guitar makes loud suggestions of The Pixies. It is a richly persuasive opener sparking real appetite for what is to follow.

Mourning Dove also makes an irresistible entrance, a Bauhaus suggestiveness inciting the air before a rhythmic prowl which incessantly probes the senses seizes control of song and thoughts. Rhythmically and sonically the track reminds of Alien Sex Fiend also, though the vocals and guitar enterprise takes it to another unique persuasion. Though the guitar ‘solo’ is too sparse to flow fluidly it still adds extra incitement and pleasure to what is already an easy to devour slice of punk infested magnetism.

The next up Turkey is a fuller song with arguably more colours within its walls compared to its predecessors. It is an indie fuelled piece of songwriting and sound which shows the band can stretch their post punk into stronger diversity whilst still permeating it with hypnotic beats and virulent hooks, though it does seem a little pale in comparison to the previous track and its successor Garuda. The EP is one of those releases which could turn you into a rhythms whore, this track returning the release to another engagement rife with epidemically addictive drum bait and solicitously persistent bass bewitchment, though the two here are split by a wonderful almost elegant kiss of guitar. The Cure come to mind as the song settles into stride though again TeribalAnamal create something distinctive to their invigorating imagination. The song as much as it reminds of the band mentioned and whispers at others also has a sound bred of today; though as post punk seems to be a rich enticement to numerous emerging bands the whole release to be fair finds a current flavour. The only niggle with the track is that it seems to finish before being ready, not a sudden stop but feeling like it has had enough and wants to move on to its next invention.

That also applies with Ravenous though neither song suffers in the slightest. The track is a more concentrated almost predatory prowl of the ear, drums more restrained in its allurement but bass bringing a closet predation to its stalk. The dual vocals is beguiling in their still drone seeded delivery whilst the guitar skirts their call with exciting sonic flames, again with a rein on their full heat. It is another high even if it decides to go before we are ready to let it.

Flamingos closes off Anamala in fine style, a garage punk intensity and intent scrubbing across the ear as the song builds an anthemic lure which is impossible to refuse. It concludes an impressive introduction to a band with a wealth of promise which makes it hard to see them not forging a noticeable mark in sound and presence ahead. Already suggesting they alone have their creative sights on grander things post punk just might be making an even more dramatic comeback, fingers crossed.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 06/09/2013

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Dick Venom & The Terrortones – Invasion Of The Spiderqueen / Planet Of The Honeyfuzz

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Everything about the new 7” three track single from UK psyche rock ‘n’ rollers Dick Venom & The Terrortones is irresistible. From the outstanding and deliciously alluring packaging right through to the insatiable and rapaciously mischievous sounds the release is an exhilarating riot of sex brewed blood lusting rock, a fusion of psychobilly, garage rock, and old school rock ‘n’ roll which recruits every atom and emotion possible into its carnal devilry.

    Dick Venom and co first grabbed our attention with The RockinRollin VampireMan EP last year, the release consisting of a trio of wantonness clad songs reinforcing the strong reputation and presence of the band which had been earned through three years of live show revelry, their appearances capturing the primal needs of a fervour fuelled fan base. As well as their own headlining gigs the band has toured the UK 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), continuing to increase their fingerprint of mischief on UK rock. The new release sees the line-up of frontman Dick Venom, bassist Wrex St.Clair, guitarist Hurricane Valley, and drummer Sugarbeats opening doors to even more potent rascality with creative and body fluids heating up the band’s unique depravity under the mask of sci-fi schlock ’n’ roll.

    Invasion Of The Spiderqueen opens up the release with a swagger of off kilter harmonies which herald in the arrival of the man before spiderqueen_coverbass and guitars unlock the key of greater pleasure with eager and raw caresses. Soon joined by the distinctive tones of Mr Venom, his colour soaked narrative of outer space glamour seizing greedy attention, the track swaggers with pungent riffs and rolling rhythms taking the senses and thoughts on a heady ride. Tight hooks spear the passions throughout, their breath familiar yet fresh, whilst the core groove is the master of addiction aided by the throaty bass and continually riveting delivery of Venom. Holding an air of The Cramps and Screaming Lord Sutch to its voice and Batmobile to its sound, the song is a thrilling encounter to start things off, thoughts and imagination taking off their space helmets to stand side by side with the band on a strange temptress of an adventure.

The following Planet Of The Honeyfuzz strolls up to the ear with the bass laying down its deep toned lure as twisting twine of sonic guitar wrap acidically around the brewing picture. A psychedelic whisper and garage rock taunt brings vibrant hues to the emerging episode, celestial bodies again explored and provoked as band and song flex their riveting enterprise and instinctive misbehaviour. As the track fingers the passions and musical potency with a kind of Revillos meets The Ramones and The Doors like trickery and Slade like rowdiness, full submission to the release is cemented though there was never any chance of another outcome from the first few minutes of the opener.

The release is completed by Doodlebug Blitz, a tempered dance of psychotic joy which stomps around with an ever increasing melodic and rhythmic chicanery. The track holds its rabidity and energy in for the main of the song, its reins tight on the openly vampish heart of song and band though at times allowing it moments to send luscious weaves of trashy irreverence into the aroused passions.

With the single wrapped in the stunning artwork of Catherine O’Connor, and the enclosed 8 page comic book, quite simply Dick Venom & The Terrortones has never sounded so good. The loud suggestion that the band was one to help shape the future of UK psychotic rock was already in play from their earlier release but now Invasion Of The Spiderqueen/ Planet Of The Honeyfuzz declares the band as not only certainties but also without competition the twisted sex laded psychos all your mothers warned you of.

 Invasion Of The Spiderqueen /Planet Of The Honeyfuzz is released on Sept 9th

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9/10

RingMaster 23/08/2013

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PREHUMANITY- Death Wave

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A crawling intensive examination of the senses and psyche is the best way to describe Death Wave, the second album from industrial/electronic/rock band PREHUMANITY, or as it is also tagged death wave. It is a striking and deeply pleasing encounter which is as impressive as it is abrasively uncomfortable, and thoroughly compelling.

The band is the project of Alexander K. Harris, an artist who before PREHUMANITY fronted numerous punk and metal bands, flavours which also add their harsh essences to the album. Starting up the project in 2008, Seattle based Alexander primarily took influences from electronic and death rock bands and released three EPs though they were only available at live shows and online which grabbed the attention of a great many. Continually assessing and writing material whilst performing live with additional musicians, the debut album Not So Becoming was released in 2011 to strong responses. Moving to LA the following year, Alexander wrote and recorded 70% of the follow up as well as recruiting percussionist Seage to the mix for live shows in the city. Completed after additional refining and re-recording of some vocals once he had moved again, this time to Raleigh in N Carolina, Death Wave had its release at the tail of the year. The album has a horror tainted heart and sound which is soaked in the new wave and gothic spices of the eighties and a modern harsh electro/industrial imagination. It is a feisty and bruising confrontation with constant rewards from its intensive violations.

Better Broken opens up the encounter with pulsating beats and a prowling intimidating synth pressuring the ear. Soon into its Prehumanitydefined step the track then brings in a melodic hook which immediately reminds of eighties band Visage and as the track spreads its sonic touch and melodic caresses it takes one back to those vibrant times three decades ago with one foot still firmly entrenched in the powerful wells of today’s sinewy sounds. The track is best described as Specimen and Alien Sex Fiend, a band the album often harkens to, caught in an uncompromising position with Landscape whilst Cease2xist is looking on adding its own intrusive thoughts. A compelling and infectious assault the track is an excellent start to the release soon matched by its successor.

As soon as the stomping strokes of Pills breaks the brief silence between tracks the senses are under an electronic barracking from within a thick cloud of energy. As with the opener the vocals of Alexander are a caustic lashing upon the ear. Expressive and impassioned they are an uncompromising grazing which opens the gateway to darker shadows to join those already lit by the again contagious sounds. Taking a more Skinny Puppy/Ministry gait with a hungry blackened intent the song alongside its predecessor makes one greedy for more and more from the release which of course the album happily and spitefully provides.

The doom encrusted Calling with its brew of Sex Gang Children and Nine Inch Nails like erosive melodic squalls and the thick predatory consumption provided by the metallic Bad Things ignite further intrigue and passion for their inventive contention sparking carriages but it is the track which splits them which almost all alone ensures PREHUMANITY and the album has a permanent stature in our personal playlist. Blood Soaked Suits disorientates with dazzling sonic expulsions before unleashing a rampage of insatiable intensity and invigorating energy, though it erodes as equally as it sparks the body and emotions into unreserved life. With towering rhythms, further caustic vocals, and a wonderful unsettling discord wash to the melodic imagination to the track, the song is a memorable and irresistible bruising with only its briefness a niggle for the hunger it incites.

The excellent Single File with its cavernous depths and ravenous breath not to mention viral sonic teasing is a weave of thunderous energies and heavyweight textures which leaves one exhausted and glowing under its blistering heat. It is only the appetizer though as the equally oppressive and intense Vote With Your Dollars brings further aggressive rage to the canvas of the album. The closing track though offers a warmer melodic coaxing to its rampant storm of stomping dynamics and destructive layers. Like early Young Gods if it also contained Marilyn Mansion, Gary Numan, and John Foxx is a way of describing the expansive sound of the track and it makes for a riotous and challenging end to an outstanding release.

PREHUMANITY wears its influences openly yet turns them into something new and refreshing. Death Wave is an album which all from electronic through industrial to metal fans will find plenty of pleasure from, it is just immense.

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RingMaster 11/01/2013

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Zebras: Self Titled

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Though it came out midway through 2012 the self-titled album from sonic manipulators Zebras quite simply is an album you need to know about and hear. If like us you are just becoming aware of the band  then see this as the key to infernal rapture and if you already know the magnificence of the release than sit there nodding knowingly as we drool all over this review of one of the mightiest releases of last year.

Formed in 2007, the band from Madison consists of guitarist and vocalist Vincent Presley and synth player Lacey Smith as well as across its years featuring a mix of drummers. Musically the band is wonderfully indescribable merging the insidious aspects of punk, noise rock, post punk, doom, and industrial to name a few spices to their unique sonic infestation. Following on from their EP Parasitic Clones Under The Strong Arm Of The Robotic Machine, the new album is a two sided beast which consists of tracks recorded in 2011 on first side Impending Doom, with drummer Shane Hochstetler of Milwaukee band Call Me Lighting, and on the The Fate of a World Plagued By Soulless Shits side, tracks recorded in 2009 with Shawn Pierce on drums. The release is a breath taking collection of songs which shows the move in sound across the two years covered by the band and the giver of the richest rewards and pleasure.

The first quintet of tracks are those recorded in 2011 and are opened by the towering presence of The Dying Sea. Opening with coverthunderous beats and caustic guitar rubs the song is a brooding doomy weight loaded with the insidious tones of Presley. It is a venomous bruising encounter with a sludge thick energy which sucks the wind from the lungs and hope from the senses before later flailing the carcass with serpentine sonic lashings.

The stunning start is soon left in the wake of Mighty Bayonet, a snarling ravenous rampage of bulbous rhythms, harsh corrosive electronics, and psyche twisting riffs and guitar abrasion. It is a sprawling acidic aural licking with the vocals, a perpetual psychotic mix of Jello Biafra and Russell Toomey of Innercity Pirates/My Red Cell, a malevolent siren within the brief incessant furnace of intensity. In contrast the following Queeny Gloom Doom is a doom provoked arctic wrap of post punk discord bringing elements of Joy Division and Xmal Deutschland into the antagonistic dance of Alien Sex Fiend or Sex Gang Children. As compelling as it is exhausting the song is a darkly shadowed crawl over the senses and emotions with a deviant sexual whisper to its intimidating breath.

A Turd By Any Other Name and Black Cancer close off the first part of the release, both ingenious brawls of sonic intrusion and imaginative violence. The first is a tower of again greedy energy which rages like a hungry fire across the ear whilst the keys of Smith shoot flares of sonic irreverence and flesh spearing melodic weaponry out from within the engrossing wall of heavy aural malice. The other is a punk soaked slice of infection, a ferocious distorted mix of Dead Kennedys, Buzzcocks, and The Pixies which leaves a drooling grin on face and heart, though to be fair all the tracks on the album do achieve that with ease.

Stepping back a little in the evolution of the band the remaining sextet of songs are those from two years before the previous ones, not that you would know it in regard to quality and excellence. As soon as the best track on the release Field-Noise sets off its sonic alarm and the rampant thumping rhythms assault the ear the strongest rapture is fully engaged. Early Killing Joke fused with Mad Capsule Markets, The Melvins, and again Alien Sex Fiend, is the best way to describe the genius at play here, a moment of sheer brilliance and the best song heard in a long time.

Things are just as stunning through the songs Diablo Bianco with its blood thirsty rhythms and scattergun riffs, The Dirty Dice and its viral melodic wantonness and its devilishly discordant hooks, and Tension. The third of these is an acidulous burn of spiky vocals and sonics within a bedlamic presence of manic invention and sinister energy, oh and quite brilliant. The now entrenched treacherously seductive splendour is continued by the equally sensational Wiener Kids and the closing glory of The Serpent & The Pig, the former a riotous ball of mischief which incorporates all the goodness of Pere Ubu, early XTC, and Cardiacs in a twisted embrace and the latter an invidious bitch slap of bedlamic invention and tribal instinctiveness through the thoughts of one wicked set of minds.

It is the stunning end to a sensational album and one can only drool over what will come next from the band. Zebras have grabbed album of the year honours for 2012 with ease and the hearts of The Ringmaster Review.

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RingMaster 03/01/2013

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