Reapers Riddle – The End Is Nigh

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If you are ever looking for some highly enjoyable and fiery rock ‘n’ roll with the muscle to snap bone, than Australian rockers Reapers Riddle is always a potent port of call. Previous EPs and singles have persistently proved the fact but fair to say the Perth band has simply outdone anything which came before with debut album The End Is Nigh. The twelve track adventure sees the band push their fusion of metal and heavy rock to new imaginative and bold heights; each encounter within its apocalyptic walls a singular protagonist within an overall emprise that forcibly grips ears and imagination alike.

Emerging in 2009, Reapers Riddle quickly whipped up attention with the release of a self-titled demo that same year. It was the A Touch Of Death EP two years later which opened up broader interest and appetites outside of their local scene though, the internationally acclaimed release stirring up the underground across the globe with just as wide radio play. The following period saw line-up changes and shows with the likes of The Getaway Plan and Misfits before the single Drop, and its video, revealed the bold growth and invention which had brewed in the band’s sound over the same period. Second EP Game Over only confirmed and pushed the band’s growing stature as well as an imagination which The End Is Nigh now reaps.

From the portentous Intro and its alluring dawning of the end, the album initially seduces ears with melodic tempting and melancholic ambience as Disintegrate brews up its subsequent roar. As much a statement on today as the first chapter in the album’s darkly prophetic theme, the track is soon swinging across the senses with ravenous riffs and robust rhythms with the recognisable and potent growling tones of vocalist Clayton Mitchell expressively colouring the emerging landscape. Guitars, led by the sonic prowess of Kristen Sanfead, burn the air as they flame with heavy metal and melodic rock enterprise, searing across the rugged rhythms prowling ears in turn.

Cover_RingMaster ReviewIt is a powerful beginning to The End Is Nigh matched by War on Indulgence and surpassed by the album’s title track. The first of the two rumbles and grumbles from the off, the bass of Jason Edwards a grouchy predation against the sinew swung beats of Andrew Burt with guitars again bringing a creative and inventive fire to scorch the hefty prowl of the song. With vocal diversity adding to the bestial weight and tone of the encounter, the track is a well-crafted mix of contrasts quickly over shadowed by its successor and its groove spun creative theatre. Vocals flirt and excite ears early on, again imaginative variety adding to the enticing spice of guitar and arousing bait of rhythms. At times the album is like a ‘rock opera’ with, as in this magnetic treat, the narrative’s drama as much as anything leading the inventiveness on show.

Rise of the Macchina slowly comes to life next, its compelling air and body rising to its steeled feet in predatory manner as an industrial air smothers monotony lined rhythms and their automated suggestiveness. With Mitchell again mixing up his delivery impressively, the incitement blends predacious roams with vociferous roars, the resulting a track which again leaves body and emotions hungry for more.

A shuffle of tenacious rock ‘n’ roll provides the heart of Welcome to the Wasteland, the stomp a celebration in the barren climax of all with riffs and rhythms rabid inciters wrapped in sonic revelry. A party at the end of the world, the exhilarating arousal makes way for the bluesy toxicity of Write of Passage. Swaggering in, clothed in tangy tendrils of guitar and carrying a devilish vaunt to its attitude and voice, the song is like the carnival barker at the end of days; the doorman to hellacious landscapes welcoming and intimidating in equal measure.

Those suggested hostile outcomes emerge as Valley of the Damned next, a thumping cascade of ravenous rhythms and gnarly riffs descending with merciless appetite upon ears, each clutching and clawing at the senses. Mitchell’s voice along with spicy sonic endeavour tempers the carnal heart of the track, merging with its antagonistic energy to spawn another invigorating rock ‘n’ roll anthem before the sobering croon of Last Breath envelops the imagination. A reflectively provocative smoulder of imposing shadows and melancholic angst, the song is a tantalising affair just as potent bursting into emotion fuelled cries becoming more captivating and irresistible with every listen.

Hollow is a heavy metal romp which at times lacks the punch of its companions but in other moments has body and voice fully involved in its brawly fun. Think Misfits sings Black Sabbath with an eager smile and the song will thickly please before it is forgotten in the might of Dying Breed, and alone the rhythmic enticement of Burt. Turning out to be as primal a predator as anything on the album, the track swings and roars as it enslaves, taking the listener on a boisterous canter lined with easy to devour hooks bred from unpredictable imagination; simply Reapers Riddle at their dynamic best.

Every album should have a song which puts the cat amongst the pigeons of expectations and closer Tnaryt Esir is just that. A theatrical exploration in its own right, the song opens with soaring classically honed female vocals which are soon replaced with darker gothic tones as rhythms engagingly skip along. Featuring Darkyra Black and Sophia Marie, the thirteen minute offering entwines rapacious heavy rock and a varied mix of metal to match the mix of tyrannical and engagingly enticing vocal delivery on offer. It challenges and fascinates, and though an undulating success in personal tastes at times across its unconventional soundscape it only breeds a want to explore deeper which in turn only leads to thicker pleasure found.

Reapers Riddle is ready to make a global impression with The End Is Nigh and show all just how good they are.

The End Is Nigh is available now through most online stores and @ http://reapersriddle.bigcartel.com/products

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Pete RingMaster 21/01/2016

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The Amputees – The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Amputees

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It has been just over two years since US garage punks The Amputees stirred up strong attention for themselves with the Scream EP, its body and success building on the similarly appealing beginnings founded in its predecessor Commence The Slaughter a year earlier. Always a busy live proposition, now the seven strong collective of musicians return from the studio with The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Amputees, a four track roar proving their promise drenched sound has now come of age.

To be fair, the new 7” EP is also rich in further potential too, it more the beginning of a new chapter of exploration than a final destination in sound. From day one, The Amputees have never been predictable, in the style of songs, the direction an EP might go, or the line-up at shows but always the septet makes a potent and stirring impact and The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Amputees is no different; in fact it is the band’s finest moment to date.

front cover_RingMaster ReviewFormed in 2011 by vocalist/guitarist Louis Ramos, the band consists of Gary Young (guitar), Kaleen Reading (drums/guitar), Carrie Ramos (tambourine/vocals), Geena Spigarelli (bassist/vocals), Soledad Alvarado (bass), and Nova Luz (vocals/guitar/bass); musicians uniting in New York City from various US states. Inspirations range from The Beatles and Fleetwood Mac to The Sex Pistols, The Velvet Underground and Black Sabbath to Nirvana amongst many; influences which no doubt go some way to the diversity of the band‘s sound and songs over their trio of EPs.

The new encounter opens with Al Hammer, the song hugging ears with a controlled but dirty guitar before launching into a fiercely rousing slice of punk ‘n’ roll. Louis Ramos immediately stirs things up vocally as riffs and rhythms unite in a combative yet infectious stroll whilst hooks come with a mischievous tempting. In no time a thick anthemic quality entices and grip ears and appetite, infesting its potency into the vocals too as fiery grooves and sonic enterprise add their tenacity to the inescapable contagion driven by confrontational rhythms.

The song is superb, alone sure to wake up broader spotlights upon the band, though the following Dogrose will pull its fair share of keen appetites too. A boisterous riff steps forward first with a lure which is almost Rocky like in its challenge and invitation, though the biggest bait is the female vocals which lay tempting tones across the emerging song almost as instantly. We cannot say which of the ladies provides the lead, but her tones only seduce as the song bristles and rumbles in something akin to Breeders meets The Passions with a touch of The Raincoats to it.

Ego dives straight in next, riffs and beats inspiring a feisty stomp as vocals and guitars spread their raucous attitude and tangy resourcefulness respectively. A minute and a half of punk ferocity, the song as its predecessors, also uncages the keenest hooks and spiciest melodic twists to grab attention and ignite the passions before Dogmother grumbles into view to bring the EP to a cantankerous close. Grouchy and compelling, band and song merges grunge and garage punk to infest body and psyche with a proposal which swiftly has you heading back to the play button once it departs.

As suggested The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Amputees is the band’s finest moment so far, and clearly so, such its step forward from those previously impressive encounters. The Amputees should be stirring up crowds and ears far from home and after their new EP escapes that might just begin to happen.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Amputees is released on February 13th on Money Fire Records.

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Desert Suns – Self-Titled

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Released in the Autumn of 2014, the self-titled debut album from San Diego quartet Desert Suns gets its deserved official worldwide re-release this January through a special collaboration between Ripple Music and HeviSike Records. For those missing that original limited run of 300 copies on vinyl through Birmingham-based HeviSike , its return is the chance to grab one highly flavoursome slab of stoner bred rock ‘n’ roll.

Formed late 2013, Desert Suns quickly drew attention with their first single Burning Temples which was released in the January of the following year. Seven months later and their six track debut album confirmed the initial potency of sound and imagination within that early single in a fiery and immersive blend of stoner and heavy metal, psyche and blues rock. The band’s sound, as at times their lyrics and song themes, demands attention without the heavy weight of it ever becoming invasively imposing, and within the Tony Reed (Mos Generator/Stone Axe) mastered album provides a powerful invitation to the listener, if without really wanting to take no for an answer.

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Burning Temples starts things off, an initial sonic static the bed for heavier rumblings and clamorous energies before one hefty groove grows from within the low key tempest. It relaxes with an elegant shimmer to its lure and melodic spice to its touch as the dark bassline of David Russell aligns to his quickly alluring vocals though the forceful and agile beats of drummer Ben McDowell subsequently raises the intensity as the guitars of Woogie Maggard and Anthony Belluto twist and turn with magnetic grooves and riffs. As the track becomes a contagious blaze enslaving hips, ears, and imagination, it is easy to sense Black Sabbath and Deep Purple inspirations at play, the music masterfully and voraciously ebbing and flowing in energy whilst providing a continuous full-on sultry temptation.

After the incendiary climax of the first song has ignited ears and keen involvement further, the following Space Pussy shows it is even more ferociously enflamed with quick sonic and melodic intoxication. Raw and seductive flames soon live up to the suggested salacious exploits and skills of the song’s protagonist, their intensive heat casting a vociferous smoulder in sound and atmosphere which almost has the senses woozy, though sinew swung rhythms and a great gnarly bass tone provides a rapturous temper to that cosmic inebriety smothering ears.

The blues infested rock ‘n’ roll tempest of Passing Through gets ears excited all over again, its feisty swagger courting a virulent catchiness driven by tenacious rhythms and swinging grooves matched by the Ozzy-esque vocal temping of Russell. The track is irresistible, taking a great first impression of the album up another notch with its flirtatious enterprise and anthemic dexterity of music and craft. As across the album, there is something familiar to the Desert Suns sound but a hue only adding to the lure of its bordering on mischievous revelry.

A breath is allowed to be taken by the blues croon of Ten Feet Down as ears feast on a new twist in the landscape of the release. Blues and country rock merge to serenade as harmonica and guitar colour a salty portrait of suggestiveness around it, all colluding for a magnetic encounter before Memories of Home portentously pulsates into view and unfurls a lumbering beast of a stoner/heavy metal fuelled proposition. A scent of Fu Manchu meets Electric Wizard meets Kyuss looms up within the tantalising proposal, whilst mellow and soporific textures unite with the ravaging torrents stirred up by grooves and a hungry energy to create another hard to resist confrontation.

Run Through My Roots brings the album to a compelling close, its atmospheric soundscape and pungent rhythmic suggestiveness the prelude to another forceful and heavyweight enveloping of the senses. Once more romancing calms are seductive oases amidst increasingly volatile eruptions and predacious outbursts, their mesmeric caresses breaking ravenous outpourings of sound and emotion as the track offers a fascinating end to a thoroughly enthralling and enjoyable release.

Second time around, Desert Suns is not to be missed and already thoughts are eagerly turning to what comes next from the band, where they have imaginatively ventured since the creation of their album two years ago.

Desert Suns is out now through Ripple Music in North America on CD and Royal Blue vinyl and on Beer Brown vinyl in the UK through HeviSike Records with digital copies @ https://desertsuns.bandcamp.com/

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1968 – Self Titled EP

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Taking the year as inspiration to name and sound, 1968 are poised to release their new self-titled EP and hopefully whip up thick attention to match the rich textures of their sound. With fiery grooves swinging from grouchy riffs and rhythms uncompromising in their addictive tenacity, the UK band’s rock ‘n’ roll is lava like persuasion crawling over and swallowing the senses with volcanic intensity from within an increasingly magnetic release.

Formed in 2013 out of an online meeting between guitarist Sam Orr and vocalist Jimi Ray and their mutual attraction to late sixties heavy psychedelic rock, the Cheshire hailing 1968 quickly grew with the addition of drummer Tommy Drury and on bass, Tom Richards known as The Bear. As each member brought their prowess and individual influences, the band bred its own invitingly tempestuous and creatively volatile invention with, as proven by the new release, imposing riffs, invasive rhythms, and a nostalgic yet fresh sonic/melodic intoxication leading the immersion and seduction of the senses.

1968 Cover Artwork_RingMaster ReviewMarauder looms up on the EP first, an emerging sonic mist filling air and ears before a brooding bassline and spicy grooves entangle around punchy beats and the instantly alluring grizzled vocals of Ray. Swiftly thoughts of Black Sabbath through to Red Fang come to mind as the track swings and saunters purposefully across the senses and into the imagination. Its toxic sultriness also has hints of the raw ferocity found in bands such as Possessor and XII Boar if not with the fierce and aggressive rabidity they possess. As a sign of things to come, the mesmeric roar continues to evolve and soar into fresh adventure; smouldering climates and seductive flames with psych rock veining wrapping the senses as intensity and energy ebb and flow to pleasing success.

With only the fade out a personal niggle, the great start to the EP is matched by the anthemic weight and grooved revelry of Green Sails. In some ways less imposing than its predecessor and in others a more rowdy exploit with punk attitude to its breath and growling tone, the song casts gripping grooves and incendiary rhythms to bridge sixties and modern heavy rock swagger and imagination within its contagious rumble.

Final track HMS Conan provides a nine minute exploit with stoner-esque bait and devilry within a bluesy old school shuffle. Fuzzy and beguiling, the track moves from a rousing stomp with dexterous grooves and sonic devilment through a dirty garage rock lined stroll into a noise fuelled, volcanic dive into dark depths of salacious and intimidating rock ‘n’ roll. It is magnetic stuff, on first listen seeming too long but with every encounter seeming to grow and blossom into something persuasively masterful with hooks and twists to get a lust on for and claim the EP’s pinnacle.

The 1968 EP is a major grower, strong on first appearances but becoming more essential with each and every listen. It does feel like the band is still finding its true sound and that only adds to the excitement in anticipation of big things for the band ahead. Right now though, pleasure is more than seriously taken care of, especially with impressing sonic warriors like HMS Conan leading the way.

The 1968 EP is available from 15th January, via Black Bow Records and available through all digital platforms.

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Pete RingMaster 14/01/2016

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King Witch – Shoulders Of Giants EP

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It looks like there is new sorcery in town and it comes in the shape of King Witch and their rich and thickly captivating sound. An Edinburgh quartet which only formed last year, they have provided one tasty introduction to themselves with debut EP Shoulders Of Giants, a three track roar of seventies heavy metal and classic rock with a more than flavoursome lining of stoner/doom lit rock ‘n’ roll to its body. Since emerging, the band has lured comparisons to the varied likes of Black Sabbath, Candlemass, Mastodon, and High On Fire, to which we would suggest Mount Salem and Blood Ceremony in varying degrees, but whoever is offered as a clue King Witch and their EP provide one exciting prospect and success respectively.

Consisting of vocalist Laura Donnelly and guitarist Jamie Gilchrist, both formerly of Firebrand Super Rock, alongside bassist Simon Anger and drummer Tam Dickson, King Witch has taken little time to awaken keen appetites and support for their fiery music. It is no surprise with Shoulders Of Giants, aside a well-received single, as their opening bait for ears. It has a creatively accomplished body and thick imagination which only sparks the thought that if things are this good at the start what a thrilling horizon is surely before us with them.

KingWitch-EP-Front_RingMaster Review   The powder keg of sonic fire and heavy brew of classic intoxication opens with its title track, Shoulders of Giants an initial shimmer with instant intensity and drama that only grabs attention and imagination. Gilchrist is soon spinning a web of melodic intrigue as the swiftly impressive voice of Donnelly blossoms in sound and narrative. Straight away she is a focal point but through the strength of the flavours and craft surrounding her soon the song as a whole is in command again, the rhythms springing a mix of anthemic intimidation over which the guitar casts a tonic of grooves which at times finds a Skids like tang. The track is a mighty start to the EP, full of striking textures and enterprise that alone needs numerous plays to fully explore with increasing rewards.

Full Moon King comes next, immediately seducing with its warm melodies and exotic air. The heat is raised in no time as grooves and bass resonance collude in tenacious revelry within the crisply landing frame of Dickson’s beats. The temperature and roar of the song is equally lit by the soaring tones of Donnelly but tempered skilfully by the melodic calms and elegant breezes which drift across the track’s enticing landscape between its skilfully stretched out dynamic crescendos. As much as the opener had attention eager, its successor has the appetite drooling before departing for the final track to make its claim on the passions.

As the others, the epic adventure of Lucid needs little time to entangle ears and emotional involvement in its heavy romance and sultry seduction. Vocals and spicy swathes of guitar simply caress the passions as the climate warms and boils with every passing second. Donnelly again shows her striking prowess with every syllable and musically the band theirs across very pluck of a string and swing of a stick. The finale is breath-taking, a hex all on its own bringing a thrilling release to a mighty conclusion.

There is no doubt you will be hearing a lot more of and about King Witch over coming months and with increasing acclaim and ardour if the Shoulders Of Giants EP is a sign of things to come.

Shoulders Of Giants EP is out now @ https://kingwitchband.bandcamp.com/releases

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Pete RingMaster 07/01/2016

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Dark Sky Park – Follow Me

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Formed by a rooftop pool in Tenerife, UK alternative rockers Dark Sky Park are now gearing up to make 2016 their year to grab attention and it all starts with their new EP Follow Me getting its national release January 8th. The five track encounter is an enjoyable and increasingly captivating fusion of rock and pop ‘n’ roll with a healthy dose of classic metal to spice things up further. Already a keenly supported proposition on their local and Northern rock scene, Sheffield hailing quartet have those wider spotlights in their sights and with more offerings like Follow Me, it is easy to suggest they will court the rewards they seek.

Made up of vocalist Debbie Bilson, guitarist Ainsley Stones, drummer Hannah Jasper, and bassist Aidan Hall, Dark Sky Park has a sound which toys with any attempts to pin it down. As the EP shows, at times it is stoner-esque, in other moments rock pop or punky, and always carrying a heavy metal spicing to keep things unpredictable. Follow Me is also an encounter which persistently works away on ears and appetite; not a release setting a fire right away but a proposition in varying degrees getting under the skin with its energetically vibrant songs. References have been made to the likes of Royal Blood, Queens of the Stone Age, Black Sabbath, and Ziggy Stardust era Bowie in regard to the band’s sound but this too only reveals part of the picture.

Dark Sky Park Cover Artwork_RingMaster Review  Follow Me opens with its title track, the song striding in on thickly boned rhythms and winy sonic enticing. Quickly it sets down a familiar but inviting canvas to which Bilson adds her potent vocals as the guitars weave a tapestry of melodic enterprise. Early Blondie immediately comes to mind as the song blossoms with open infectiousness and warm harmonies, these aligned to increasingly steely textures from Stones. It is contagious stuff, a song using recognisable essences to fine effect against its darker more cantankerous aspects.

A No Doubt meets Dirty Youth feel grabs ears in the magnetic lure of Lonely Girl next, the second song a sultry temptress with voluptuous rhythmic hips swinging within a smouldering glaze of vocal and melodic seduction. There is a seventies flavoured vocal croon to the song too which only adds to the compelling drama which steals major attention first time around and only strengthens its hold with each play.

Dark Sky Park digs into their classic and hard rock passions for the following Stand My Ground, its tenaciously muscular character the spring board for fiery grooves with matching vocal attack. Fair to say the song lacks the spark of its predecessors yet leaves satisfaction full and participation keen before attention gathers around next up Marty Feldman’s Eyes. With a title like this the song was already half way there to sparking eager intrigue, completing the job with its Animal Alpha/Kate Bush like dance with ears and imagination. As other times within Follow Me, there is a want for a more forceful and aggressive attack from the rhythmic side of the song, but it is a small want in something which continually demands body and voice get involved, completing its persuasion by closing with a touch of The Adverts to its punkish exploits.

Things come to a fine end with Suicide FM and its rock ‘n’ roll swagger cloaked in again familiar but appealing hues and sound. When a track has feet bouncing and emotions smiling there is much to praise and certainly the final offering finds that success with ease whilst hinting at bigger and bolder exploits lurking within Dark Sky Park.

Follow Me is a great introduction to national awareness, one bursting with potential that ensures that Dark Sky Park are going to be watched by a great many hereon in.

The Follow Me EP is released January 8th through most stores.

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‘1968’ arrives on 15th January via Black Bow Records,

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BRIT RIFF BEASTS RELEASE 1968 NEW EP!

Fuzzy riff lords ‘1968’ blast their way to the forefront of the UK scene with their blistering self-titled EP out on Friday 15th January, via Black Bow Records and available through all digital platforms.

Although approximately 17,000 moons have passed since 1968 drew to a close, in 2013, the year 1968 was resurrected in the form of a band—a band who craftily fed from select recordings made in that year, as well as pulling influence from the heavier sounds produced later into the 70’s. The result is a retro outpouring of furious drums, throat-shaking bass-lines, bone-rattling riffs, and above all else, vocals that dance all over the top like fire spitting tornados.

The band were ignited two years ago when guitarist ‘Sam Orr’ and vocalist ‘J.R.’ met online and began talking about ideas regarding a more contemporary sound that still encapsulated aspects of what they admired from the heavy, psychedelic rock born back in the late 1960’s. The pair enlisted Tommy Drury to provide the engine for the band’s rhythm and the trio began to kick out the jams, but soon realised they needed a fully fledged bassist to achieve the sound they truly desired. Up stepped ‘The Bear’, a mountain of a man armed with four beefy 15” speakers. Drawing from his influences, stemming from Red Fang to Grand Funk Railroad, The Bear stamped his place within the camp immediately.

As a unit, 1968 thunder their way through material written with riffs, groove and cascading oceans of space noises coupled with copious amounts of fuzz. Powered by EL34 valves, Irish whiskey, Diesel, leathers and boots, 1968 are here to stay and they show no signs of stopping. With a brand new self-titled EP set to be unleashed in January, this record will devour you whole. The opening riff of ‘Marauder’ pounds at you like a wolf at your door – there’s just no denying this beast of a track. The swagger and Zeppelin-inspired groove of ‘Green Sails’ is next up, and hits you with an intoxicating riff assault and immense refrain served up by the industrious J.R. The closer, ‘HMS Conan’, is a fitting conclusion with its high velocity fused stoner rock that is an enthralling journey through the dark corridors of Sabbath and early Soundgarden. 1968 just hate standing still, so look out for tour dates through the Winter and beyond.

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