Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions – Not Wired Up Right

Always a dirtily feisty and rousing mix of punk and raw rock ‘n’ roll, we can announce that Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions has managed to breed an even more ravenously incendiary fusion of both within their new and third album Not Wired Up Right, a proposal living up to its title in character and intent whilst stomping around like a bull elephant in heat.

Having set their 2017 off in fine style with the aggressively raucous Ram Raid EP, Spunk Volcano and co devilishly finger  its raw virulence and fresh whiff of bruising rock ‘n’ roll to a new aroused state within Not Wired Up Right. It has been a riotous clutch of years since Dirt Box Disco guitarist/co-songwriter Spunk unleashed his own project with the aid of drummer Maff Fazzo, bassist Deadbeatz Chris, and guitarist Ste Lingard; a time kicked off in striking style with a self-titled EP and an insatiable persuasion only perpetuated by debut album Injection that first year, 2014, its successor Shit Generation two years later and the aforementioned Ram Raid EP a few months back. Each release has had the body stomping and a defiance driven attitude roaring; a triumph unsurprisingly just as rampantly repeated with Not Wired Up Right.

With its current line-up completed by guitarist Tom ‘G Force’ Batterbee and newest addition in lead guitarist Stu Page alongside vocalist SV, and fellow DBD members Maff Fazzo and Deadbeatz Chris, the band gets straight down to it with contagious antagonism and bare arsed rock ‘n’ roll through the album’s opener and title track. Not Wired Up Right instantly preys on ears with its corrosive metal bred riffs, a hungry tide of guitar soon driven on by the senses battering swings of Fazzo as SV unashamedly roars. It is a minute and a touch of hook lined punk manna, a storm of balls swinging rock ‘n’ roll swiftly backed in listener manipulation by Nobhead. With a title like this you just know at some point you will be bellowing in zeal fuelled unison with the song and that point comes within thirty seconds of a vocal and riff set up breeding eager anticipation for that incoming moment. The infectious lure of Chris’ bass courts the unspectacular but seriously compelling riffs of Batterbee in the meantime; together laying down the landscape over which the melodic scythes of Page lure and of course the moment to leap on board with vocal energy to match that of SV erupts.

The following Shutdown offers its own collusion of punk and metal lined rock ‘n’ roll next; prowling riffs and biting rhythms a predacious incitement matched in success and intrusive magnetism by a litter of hooks and vocal unity. Standing at the fore SV is the trigger, his tones a belligerent yet welcoming cause to get on board with whilst the bass simply seduces the appetite with its devious groove. The track rocks the joint with ease, bodies and speakers rocking just as tenaciously through the more corrosive presence of Gatecrash and in turn by the seriously irresistible of Fuck This For A Game Of Soldiers. The first of the two lacks some of the sparks of its predecessor, such the former’s inventive bent, but still has full command of again throat and physical participation with its dirty punk ‘n’ roll while the second simply snarls and invades the senses with its primal hearted, melodically catchy antics. Initially a predator in sound and invention, it evolves into another SV anthem which chews up the listener whilst stirring them into an outpouring of unbridled energy. Not Wired Up Right features a special guest in Ginger Wildheart on guitar and backing vocals on three tracks and it would be no surprise if this superb dirt-fest of a romp was not one of them such its unsterilized gutter nurtured rock ’n’ roll.

Next up, Your The Bastard has the same kind of seeding in its punk clamour, a Motorhead meets Grumpynators fuelling which makes its minute and a handful of seconds irrepressible and irresistible before Out Of The Blue reveals to its inescapable tempting a poppier nature contaminated with the band’s ear grabbing stag rock ‘n’ roll. Across all tracks Page adds a broader styled enterprise ranging from melodic metal, punk rock, and of various rock ‘n’ roll seeding but here afforded a clarity which really shines alongside the band’s infection loaded harmonies and chorus. His presence has certainly brought a new fresh air of flavouring to the band’s sound without defusing its distinctive character and presence, Dementia Hurricane another prize example within the release; an encounter which if you are not boldly hollering with its chorus by its second round, deafness of worse may have descended.

Smack In The Teeth is just the same, an eye balling prospect of getting battered which of course the senses do with the rhythmic antipathy and caustic riffery backing up SV’s threat. You can just imagine venues chasing fear into surrounding streets as band and fans inevitably vocally unite in the song’s virulent incitement live.

The album concludes with two of its major highlights amongst nothing but peaks. First up steps Knuckledusters & Scars with an initial surge of rancorous riffs and stabbing beats which alone ignites the passions; metal, heavy rock, and rapacious punk rock soon entangling in its delicious steely tempest with emotional rabidity and primal imagination just as prevalent in its gloriously uncompromising yet still ridiculously catchy howl. Somehow though it still gets eclipsed by the simply captivating Purely Medicinal, a song brilliant in its resourceful simplicity, inspired in its captivating croon as SV opens up heart and suggestion within a subdued but oh so potent web of sound.

It is a final two minutes epitomising the creative strength, new adventure, and instinctive epidemic like catchiness of the band’s sound. Sometimes when review after review of a band’s releases carry nothing other than drooling praise you almost set out to look for faults. Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions relish that challenge and from the first seconds never allow anything other than ardour to once again arise with us.

There are two bands which are making British punk n roll the most exciting it has been in a long time, maybe ever been, and both embrace the headstrong creative instincts of Spunk Volcano and indeed Maff Fazzo and Deadbeatz Chris. Enough said!

Upcoming live dates:

Sun August 6th – Blackpool – Winter Gardens (Rebellion Festival)

Sat August 19th – Cambridge – BOAT HOUSE

Sat September 30th – Northumbria Students’ Union (NE Calling)

Sat December 23rd – Manchester – Star & Garter (STP Xmas Show)

Fri December 29th – Birmingham – Venue TBC

 

Not Wired Up Right is released August 3rd on STP Records; for more info

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Pete RingMaster 01/08/2017

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Dirt Box Disco – Poppycock

To date every Dirt Box Disco album has been a reason to romp and stomp, to unleash the instinctive punk and rocker inside with the British band’s own devilish intent. Of course their new proposal, Poppycock, is no different, a fifth album which turns body and spirit into a mischievously brawling blur of flying limbs, riotous fun, and lustful habits.

The Burton on Trent quintet has long established its own punk ‘n’ roll sound across four voracious albums and a host of EPs and singles. Fair to say that Poppycock brings more of that belligerent rock ‘n’ roll rascality but yet again the band manages to tap into something fresh. It is not necessarily a definable essence though the STP Records released album has a pop catchiness to its attitude loaded, middle finger raised rampage, but something which just gives the album its own character and the DBD sound a new twist.

In another year seeing the band relentlessly cause live havoc across the UK and Europe, DBD set it all up perfectly an album leaping upon ears with the same hunger as opener The Bullshit Kids bursts into life. Rambunctious rhythms and voracious riffs join group calls to get things started, a wiry vine of guitar temptation from Danny Fingers escaping the roar as the track spreads its bait. With lead vocalist Weab.I.Am standing antagonistically but invitingly astride the muscular stroll, band and track barge around with contagious revelry, DBD instantly showing they are still kings of the rebel rousing, listener involving chorus.

The following Finger Blast opens up with a Stiff Little Fingers like air, Deadbeatz Chris’ burly bassline and the swinging aggression of drummer Maff Fazzo courting the spicy hook and subsequent surge of caustic riffs set loose by Fingers and Spunk Volcano. Raw pop punk relishing its inbred rowdiness and sonic enterprise, the song has the body rocking and primed for the immediate incendiary incitement of Punk Rock Riot, a track as you would expect living up to its title with virulent aggression and anthemic contagion. With a slight whiff of The Adicts to it, the track is an inescapable persuasion to raise hell.

The excellent Little White Lie romances the senses with its multi-vocal union and warm textures next, all fuelled by the wilful and headstrong energy and sound expected of the band while its successor, Working For Wankers, has vocal chords at full volume in unity with its sentiment and defiance. Blending explosive and calm pastures, choppy riffs and melodic teasing leading to ferocious expulsions, the song has ears and appetite hooked within seconds, success equally found by the snarling Fat Kid with its carnal metallic riffs and toxic grooves.

DBD show their pure rock ‘n’ roll instincts with Snorting Crack From A Girls Top Rack, a virulent and raucous UK Subs/Sham 69 meets Showaddywaddy roistering providing an almost two minute spirit stirring yell. A pinnacle amongst only peaks, the track leaves body breathless and attitude inflamed ready for the lighter but still imposing incitement and swing of Lazy Bastard, its raw captivation subsequently eclipsed by the metal infused rock of Slapdash And Haphazard. Part pub rock, part hard rock, and all punk, the third of the three roars with creative zeal as sonic tendrils offer a scorching flame within the aggravated air of vocals and song.

The tenacious and uninhibited exploits of Geronimo are a bruising addictive charm to persistently knock around, as too the bolder poppy shenanigans of Imaginary Friend; both raffish sing-a-longs that vocals chords yearn for. The vociferously grouchy and rousing Somethings Are Better Left Unsaid is no different, its lures more metal nurtured but instantly involving rock ‘n’ roll to stride through the world with.

Poppycock closes with the tantalising swing and shuffle of I Hate This City, a ska/reggae kissed stroll with a touch of The Members and Ruts to its initial saunter. Boiling up with every passing second, the track hollers and thrills, and though it is not the best song on the album it leaves an irresistible and lingering imprint just impossible to shake off.

Upon the first listen or two of Poppycock, as impressive and highly enjoyable as it was, it seemingly did not make the same immediate impact as predecessors. That suggestion was soon dispelled as songs imposed their infectious claws in thoughts far away from their home in no time, returning as they pleased. Poppycock creeps up on you as well as creating a thrilling clamour in its presence while again Dirt Box Disco create musical havoc, emotional incitement, and the kind of rock ‘n’ roll that has body and heart stomping and howling with sheer pleasure.

Poppycock is out now through STP Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page3.htm and https://dirtboxdisco.bigcartel.com digitally and on CD with its vinyl release April 5th

Upcoming live shows:

 

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Pete RingMaster 16/03/2017

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Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions – Ram Raid

As if the early excitement of 2017 could not get better with the release of the new Dirt Box Disco album, it undoubtedly did with news of a new EP from DBD guitarist and his cohorts, Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions. It was a year ago that the band released their acclaimed second album Shit Generation, though it seems only a couple of months back thanks to its constant airing in the offices. It and the band’s punk rock rebel rousing firmly set the band not only as a wholly different proposition to Spunk’s ‘day job’ but on the British punk scene full stop. Ram Raid cements that uniqueness whilst revealing the most aggressively raucous and virulently dirty sound from the band yet.

Ram Raid also sees new guitarist Stu Page alongside lead vocalist Spunk, fellow guitarist Tom ‘G Force’ Batterbee, bassist Deadbeatz Chris, and drummer Maff Fazzo, the latter pair also part of the DBD devilry. With the band in the midst of a run of live stomps sure to confirm the band’s reputation as one breath-taking and bruising live proposal, Ram Raid simply brings a fresh incitement and spark to the UK punk scene.

Its title track opens things up, almost stalking the listener from its first breath as its predatory riffs and imposing rhythms prowl the senses. Having sized things up it bursts into a muscular stroll with Black Flag like animosity and the infectious aggression of The Damned.  As already established over previous releases though, SV & The Eruptions embroil ears and imagination in their own unique exploits, an enslaving rather than inviting chorus demanding participation as riffs and rhythms trespass and punish the senses respectively. It is one thrilling encounter, an outstanding start to the EP which already has itself and listener all fired up.

There is no moment to calm down either as the belligerent punk rock of Stop Looking At Your Phone roars in ears, its antagonistic charge and dispute irresistible. It is a wall of sound and protestation, a torrent of violent riffs and equally uncompromising rhythms driven by the vocal antipathy of Spunk and the band. At barely a breath over a minute in length, the song is like being given the juiciest steak and only allowed one bite before it is whipped away, but what a mouthful it is.

Hanging Round The Shops is a collusion of punk and hard rock with a metallic lining and just as vociferously seductive and uncompromising as those before it.  It also has a pop punk devilry to its swinging grooves and lusty chorus; body and throat swiftly enjoying subservient participation before sharing just as much zeal with the contagion fuelled clamour of I Think Her Name Was Tracey?

The two tracks alone, but just like the EP, have something for all rock ‘n’ roll fans; whether of bands like Dead Kennedys, The Ramones or UK Subs, Turbonegro or Motorhead, indeed even New York Dolls to Gene Vincent there is plenty to relish. Ultimately it is punk rock at its voraciously ballsy best as proven one final time by EP closer Snap Backbone, a seriously catchy and tenacious slab of hook lined rip-roaring enticement.

Though only five songs running at twelve minutes, Ram Raid is the band’s most stirring and rabid yet rounded creative howl yet putting so many others and their offerings firmly in the shade.

The Ram Raid EP is out through STP Records on March 31st with pre-ordering available @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page3.htm

Upcoming Live Shows:

Fri March 31st – Rotherham – Cutlers Arms

Sat April 1st – Uttoxeter – The Old Star

Fri April 28th – Gateshead – Black Bull

Sat April 29th – Glasgow – O2ABC (Scotland Calling)

Sun April 30th – Wakefield – Warehouse 23

Sat July 1st – London – Tufnel Park Dome (Wonkfest)

Fri July 28th – Derby – Hairy Dog

Sun July 30th – Manchester – Star and Garter (Rebellion Warm Up)

??? August 3-6th – Blackpool – Rebellion Festival (day tbc)

Sat August 19th – Cambridge – Portland Arms

Sat September 30th – Northumbria Students’ Union (NE Calling)

Sat December 23rd – Manchester – Star & Garter (STP Xmas Show)

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Pete RingMaster 16/03/2017

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Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions – Shit Generation

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As news that the next always highly anticipated Dirt Box Disco album is scheduled for a 2017 release, thoughts eagerly reflect on the fact that we now have a whole year to bask in and romp with the new and just as eagerly awaited Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions full-length. The side but equally essential and compelling project of DBD guitarist/co-songwriter Spunk Volcano, the band has already become one of Britain’s punk favourites through their previous EP and album, but with Shit Generation they have hit a whole new plateau with a sound revealing bigger and broader rock ‘n’ roll shoulders to cast energy inciting punk rock incitements from.

Bursting into view in 2014 with a self-titled EP, Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions quickly showed a more old school punk rock tone and ferocity to the band’s music compared to the anthemic punk ‘n’ roll of his ‘day job’. It was a boisterous and bruising flavouring which later that year helped drive debut album Injection into a waiting horde of greedy hearts and appetites within the UK punk scene. It also began revealing the variation to the band’s sound which did not have quite the room to show its prowess in the EP. Within Shit Generation it is in full flow, relishing the broad landscape of the songwriting. It is still prime punk rock, but bred with an array of anthemic twists and turns loaded with the spice of many flavours.

Alongside lead vocalist Spunk, The Eruptions consists of DBD colleagues in bassist/vocalist Deadbeatz Chris and drummer/vocalist Maff Fazzo, lead guitarist/vocalist Ste Lingard (Flat Back Four), and guitarist/vocalist Tom G Force Batterbee. Together they have created a tour-de-force of rock ‘n’ roll with Shit Generation, it getting off to a rousing and compelling start with Massive Mistake Masterclass. Fair to say, the opener had these ears from its first second, a grouchy bassline and equally gnarly riff instant seduction as jabbing beats move in alongside Spunk’s vocal introduction. In short time, the track is a blaze of aggression and incitement, a Stooges like flame colluding with the predatory nature of the song and its subsequently emerging melodic shimmer of a flirtation.

SHIT GENERATION - COVER_RingMasterReviewARTIt is a storming entrance into the album which is matched by its title track straight after. Mixing strains of garage and hard rock into its seventies punk toned defiance, the song as the first, has feet and voice involved in no time, a quality all tracks present with unwavering success as shown by the outstanding XR3. This is a track all certain car owners are obliged to blast out whilst on the road. It is a web of gripping grooves and emotions arousing vocals and simply another best friend in waiting within the release. Within the first four words of its chorus, vocal participation is a given, a quality which is repeated throughout Shit Generation as shown by DNA Failure and after that Send The Boys Round. The first of the two stomps in on another virulent chorus built on band chants; that same infectiousness infesting verse and the tenacious song’s cantankerous punk ‘n’ roll confrontation whilst the second uncages even thicker aggressive sinews to sculpt a heavy rock spawned challenge.

TV God reveals a glorious nagging on the senses with its predacious riffs and rhythms, the bass alone irresistible animosity. The song relaxes its intimidation a touch as Spunk brings in the narrative, raising it again to greater toxicity for yet another enslaving roar soaked chorus within the album. Immediately installing it as a favourite amongst favourites, it still gets eclipsed in ears and emotions by X Factor and its declaration of something we have all voiced with zeal over the past decade alone. As the diversity in sound has expanded between releases, so has the potency and design of the hooks gripping attention. The band has never been lightweight in that department, but as this song shows, Spunk and co have honed their invention into something as intrusive and lingering as a virus.

Through the feisty pop punk infused romancing of Tattoo and the snarling Motorhead-esque rampancy of Fist Fights, band and album has limbs flinging and throats bursting whilst Satisfaction Guaranteed brings a crabby yet fiercely catchy punk ‘n’ roll badgering into play before Shut Up Or Fuck Off takes control. From its first breath, the track is a brawly proposition; sonically fractious and quickly backed up by quarrelsome tones from the vocals. Of course allegiance is a given by the time the contagiously pugnacious chorus arrives and imagination seized by the wiry classic rock lined sonic enterprise which spreads throughout.

For all the might of each and every song, favourite honours eventfully go to I’m Not Sure. A canvas of infection loaded hooks, sultry grooves, and again surly riffs; the song is manna for the ears. Deadbeatz’s bassline is an irritable enticement which aligns perfectly with the harmonic tone of the vocals and Maff’s ever incisive anthemic beats. Add seduction lined melodies and another flush of pop punk suggested catchiness and you have a near on perfect piece of punk rock.

The album is brought to a mighty close by firstly the equally resourceful and creatively eventful Let’s Go With Your Idea. Baiting the passions with Lemmy like spicing to an UK Subs-esque adventure, the track leaves enjoyment full to bursting and energies exhausted though no time is allowed to regroup as its successor Together Forever As Ghosts, swoops instantly on the senses with another Class-A bass lure aligned to barbarously swung beats. As the song broadens its invitation and character, keen involvement is unsurprisingly inescapable and it is hard to think of many better ways to finish up what is, from start to finish, an embracing of rock ‘n’ roll across the ages with punk passion at its core.

Shit Generation is the album that guarantees a thrilling time and proof that punk/rock ‘n’ roll is best served hard, heavy, and with adventure in its heart. We predict that 2016 will be the year of Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions.

Shit Generation is released March 17th through STP Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

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Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions embarks on the RELEASE THE BEASTS – ALBUM LAUNCH TOUR in March alongside Born To Destruct and Skurvi.

Dates are…

Sat Mar 12th – Abertillery – Dolls House

Fri Mar 18th – Cambridge – Corner House

Sat Mar 19th – Brighton – Prince Albert

Fri Mar 25th – Rotherham – Bridge Inn

Sat Mar 26th – Gateshead – The Black Bull

Sun Apr 2nd – Nottingham – The Maze

Fri Apr 8th – Birmingham – Flapper

Sat Apr 9th – Lancaster – The Yorkshire House

Pete RingMaster 01/03/2016

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The Seduction of Noise: Twenty punk/alternative releases which ignited The RingMaster Review in 2015.

In another year of creative drama, sonic adventure, and melodic mastery across the broad sphere of sound, The RingMaster Review selects those EPs/albums covered by the site which most turned ears and imagination lustful.

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The St Pierre Snake Invasion – A Hundred Years A Day
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/04/the-st-pierre-snake-invasion-a-hundred-years-a-day/

Oh! Gunquit – Eat Yuppies and Dance
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/05/02/oh-gunquit-eat-yuppies-and-dance/

Zedi Forder – Self Titled EP
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/09/03/zedi-forder-self-titled-ep/

Mr. Strange – The Bible of Electric Pornography
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/05/mr-strange-the-bible-of-electric-pornography/

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Billy Momo – Drunktalk
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/02/02/billy-momo-drunktalk-album/

Black – Blind Faith
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/black-blind-faith/

Los Bengala – Festivos Incluso
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/los-bengala-festivos-incluso/

The Dropper’s Neck – Nineteen|Sixteen
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/the-droppers-neck-nineteensixteen/

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The Slow Readers Club – Cavalcade
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/the-slow-readers-club-cavalcade/

Los and the Deadlines – Perfect Holiday EP
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/los-and-the-deadlines-perfect-holiday-ep/

Le Butcherettes – A Raw Youth
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/09/18/le-butcherettes-a-raw-youth/

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Asylums – Wet Dream Fanzine EP
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/asylums-wet-dream-fanzine-ep/

Inca Babies – The Stereo Plan
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/inca-babies-the-stereo-plan/

The Barnum Meserve – Self Titled
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/06/the-barnum-meserve-self-titled/

Deepshade – Everything Popular Is Wrong
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/deepshade-everything-popular-is-wrong/
Deepshade Cover Artwork_RingMaster Review

Kobadelta – Open Visions
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/27/kobadelta-open-visions/

Dirt Box Disco – Only in it For the Money
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/dirt-box-disco-only-in-it-for-the-money/

The Migrant – Flood
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2016/01/08/the-migrant-flood/

Dick Venom & the Terrortones – SnakeOil for Snakes
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/09/dick-venom-the-terrortones-snakeoil-for-snakes/

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Practical Lovers – Agony
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/28/practical-lovers-agony/

The RingMaster Review 01/01/2016

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Hell Puppets – Theatre of Sin

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Picture the scene, after one flawed but certain success Victor Frankenstein’s ambitions go full out to feed his appetite for rabid music. So with bodies embalmed with the raw irreverence of Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13, the ravenous metallic animus of Morgue Orgy, the virulent contagion of Dope, and the punk mischief of Dirt Box Disco, he created EviL-P, BeLiaL, GRavES, BeeLzEBeN, and SaTurNiST to spread the red and devour the soul. Or it might simply have been the Devil which dragged Hell Puppets from their English graves to conjure and release the lustful addiction that is Theatre of Sin.

The debut album from the Sussex bred quintet is a carnivorous vaudeville of horror and creative drama cast across a dozen songs which just thrust a knife of contagion through the heart and continually twist it with a bounty of punk ferocity, metal predation, and rock ‘n’ roll devilry. It drew a big grin on the first listen and a lustful stalking from the second, and fair to say since its release a couple of weeks or so back, we are not alone in adding the release to our cellar of favourites.

With members hailing from London, Brighton, Chichester and Lucifer’s right hand, Hell Puppets emerged in 2011 infusing inspirations from the likes of White Zombie, Pantera, Sex Pistols, Slayer, and Misfits into their swift attention grabbing fusion of punk and metal draped in horror, the occult, and Demonism. The first year saw the band solely concentrate on creating and honing their sonic infestation before setting out on their live scourge of the UK. A live session for a local radio station marked the growing emergence of the band during the next year before in 2013 they began recording debut EP No Strings Attached which was released in the following January. An increasing number of acclaim garnering shows surrounding its well-received introduction to the band and since with a support slot with The Hell later in 2014 another highlight. It was a successful year certainly eclipsed by this, as fresh from playing Bloodstock and touring with Meta-Stasis in support of their debut album, we simply have Theatre of Sin.

Theatre of Sin_RingMaster Review   From the opening carnage of Bow Bells, band and album has ears and imagination gripped. The brief track is a visceral scene setter for the following …From Hell, a blood dripping, flesh ripping introduction to the murderous streets of Victorian Whitechapel and the lust of Jack The Ripper which its successor impressively runs with. The second track to a concussive ring of bells rolls out an epidemic of inciting rhythms and growling vocals within a horde of punk riffs and tenacious hooks. All those bands initially mentioned come to thoughts as the track throws its sinew loaded attitude and mischievous insanity across the senses, yet as good as a hint that they are, the track is something demonically distinct to Hell Puppets, as too it emerges, the album. The band certainly cuts straight to the chase with the best track on Theatre Of Sin but there is no downward slope to follow, even if tracks can only closely sniff at the brilliance of the full opener.

Hung, Drawn and Slaughtered is one which runs it close, its blackened soul and horror punk fury colluding in another quick slavery of infectious hooks, grooves, and unpredictability. As many songs within the album there is a familiarity to it which seduces with the charm classic evil always has, a broad smile which captivates as djent kissed riffs and death instilled voracity works away at the senses and psyche narrated by the varied squalls of vocal animus.

From that metallic tempest another in the caustic shape of Born To Die steps forward, its body a maelstrom of glam and hard rock with punk ‘n’ roll tendencies aligned to metal ferocity. It is a stomp which seizes neck muscles and vocal chords to do its bidding before Project Mayhem uncages its primal anthemic roar laying somewhere between Black Dahlia Murder and Therapy?, and Political Diarrhoea taps into the punk beds of The Damned, The Vibrators, and Misfits for its rapacious stroll and lyrical agenda which gets the job done without fuss or wastage.

From an imposing shadow cast by the classic shark attack sound, complete with nasal secretions, the deranged hardcore fuelled roar of Drugged Up Shark excites and disorientates leaving ears prey to the clutches of Halloween, the band’s Christmas song. Only kidding, but it is a track which just keeps giving from its Carpenter inspired theme and melodic coaxing through to its grungy death infused sonic rancor. The track is glorious, another revealing new nuances and defiling attributes with very listen, much as We Are The Enemy and its whirlpool of insidious death metal, bracing rock ‘n’ roll, and juicy grooving. Imagine The Sex Pistols, Turbonegro, and Venom severely shaken until their juices merge and you get a glimpse of another big highlight amongst many within Theatre of Sin.

Morbid Mirror twists and turns like a clawed seductress next, its lithe grooves and rasping vocals bringing a mix of Grumpynators and Murderdolls whilst slipping into richer blackened spite throughout, especially vocally. Once more ears and emotions are lost to Hell Puppets and kept by firstly the bestial, mordant sound of The Decunted and finally the mouth-watering discord and sonic antipathy of Face the Reaper. The track is a bad-blooded smog of noise and sonic pollution which just brings the bedlamic acts of Theatre of Sin to a fitting ravenous climax.

The album is a wonderful desecration of body and soul and if any of those bands we mentioned as hints appeal, as well as something new and dirty to the touch, and the fact the Hell Puppets is our new favourite trespass, then hopefully we have incited you to be brave and enter the Theatre of Sin.

Theatre of Sin is available now via Hell Puppets’ Bandcamp.

Pete Ringmaster 15/09/2015

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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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