Los Chicos – Rockpile of Shit

Los Chicos_RingMasterReview

There are few rock ‘n’ roll parties as thrilling and irresistible as those provided by Spanish rockers Los Chicos, an experience they offer once again with new album Rockpile of Shit. Offering fourteen tracks which embrace everything from garage to pub rock, punk to funkily soulful shenanigans and plenty more, the release is a feast of boisterously rousing rock ‘n’ roll and a delicious echo of the Madrid quintets’ inimitable live show.

Formed in 2000, Los Chicos have released a quartet of increasing acclaim grabbing albums before Rockpile of Shit, the previous trio of Launching Rockets (2007), We Sound Amazing But We Look Like Shit (2009), and In the Age of Stupidity (2013) released, as the band’s new encounter this time in conjunction with Folc Records, on the always impressing Dirty Water Records. Live the band has ignited stages alongside the likes of Mudhoney, Southern Culture on the Skids, King Khan, The Sonics, Johnny Casino, Soundtrack of our Lives, Redd Kross, Cosmic Psychos, Spencer P Jones, The New Christs, The Young Fresh Fellows, The Meanies, Barrence Whitfield, Hi-Risers, Eddie And The Hot Rods, Roy Loney, and many others and toured across the globe, hitting Australian four times. Now they are ready to set a new stomp in motion across the world with Rockpile of Shit, a one hard to resist slab of fiercely flavoursome rock ‘n’ roll.

Feet and hips are soon as on board with band and album as ears when opener A Kingdom Of Coolness starts things off. Choppy beats and riffs soon tempt as grooves and vocals steer the course of the punk infused encounter. With its seeds seemingly in sixties garage rock and seventies punk, the track carries a great feel of old UK band The Cortinas to it as it emerges an undemanding yet seriously inescapable incitement to body and appetite as virulently infectious as it is commandingly rousing.

The same qualities fuel the following Rockanrolla, its own raw rock qualities making a potent temptation around the inviting tones of vocalist Rafa Suñén. Again the guitars of Gerardo Urchaga and Antonio Urchaga nag and jangle with remorseless enterprise and persuasion, bringing an Eddie And The Hot Rods hue to its boisterous catchiness before the even more virulent charms of I Don’t Wanna Learn Anymore steps forward. The swinging bassline of Guillermo Casanova makes for a powerful lure as the crisp beats of Ral García back up its invitation; they in turn matched in old school revelry by the guitars but with a modern spice which is inimitably Los Chicos.

FDW003_RingMasterReviewThe funky R&B of Older And Better has feet taking to the floor from its first rhythmic beckon, backed perfectly by the sizzling flames of sax which grace the outstanding encounter. With a hint of King Salami and the Cumberland Three to it, the song is mouth-watering devilry laying an early claim to best track on the album but soon rivalled by its Department S spiced title track. It too infests body and soul, bringing each alive and indeed eager vocal participation with its and the bands creative festivity.

Last Day Here offers a fiercer snarl while feasting on a fifties rockabilly inspiration. Equally though, it has a power pop vibrancy which lights up another impossible to escape chorus, voice and hips puppets to its manipulative magnetism. With discord flirting with the guitars and a Devo-esque quaintness emerging, the track epitomises the album; a seemingly simply flavoured proposition soon showing itself bursting with bold adventure and diversity.

The country/cow punk romp of Responsibility Ville hits the spot with ease next whilst More Beer is a melodic jangle sparking thoughts of countrymen The Pulsebeats as it too grips an already greedy appetite for release and sound. The wonderful relentless beats of García, as throughout the album, enslave ears and spirit alone, guitars and vocals playing with its conquest in an array of styles and devilish ways, Miami Beach soon employing its own surf hued punk ‘n’ roll web ensuring there is no respite for the listener’s  body and enjoyment.

Through The Ramones meets The Members like Mommy’s On MDMA and the country punk of Little Man, there is no lessening in bouncing songs and bodies while Night Ride adds its own individual twist on the country rock scent. All three leave a big smile on the face, though each is eclipsed by the scuzzier funk ‘n’ roll of I Know I Don’t Know and finally the hypnotic shuffle of closing track Toga Land. The pair ensures that physical and emotional involvement is at its most eager as the album comes to a mighty conclusion, an event leading only to a hard deny urge to press play and start all over again.

A great many already know of the rock ‘n’ roll majesty spun by Los Chicos, and with Rockpile Of Shit we can be safe in suggesting so will a great many more. This is one party everyone should gate crash.

Rockpile Of Shit is out now via Dirty Water Records/ Folc Records @ http://www.dirtywaterrecords.co.uk/shop/#!/~/category/id=2801529&offset=0&sort=addedTimeDesc and http://folcrecords.tictail.com/product/fdw003-los-chicos-rockpile-of-shit-preventa-disponible-en-mayo

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Pete RingMaster 30/06/2016

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The Pulsebeats – Don’t Turn Your Fucking Back On Me 7”

The Pulsebeats

   It feels a long time since being introduced to the irrepressible Spanish miscreants The Pulsebeats through their debut self-titled album of late 2011. Across that distance though their lure and mischievous temptation has never waned, their release remaining a regular on the RR playlist. Its time though may have come to a ‘end’ as the riotous sounds of the Spaniards return in scintillating style with new 7” single and download, Don’t Turn Your Fucking Back On Me. Released via FOLC Records, it is a three song riot of punk bred rock ‘n’ roll which simply infects and incites full emotional and physical rebellion.

     Hailing from Santander, The Pulsebeats leapt at the world at the beginning of 2010, the quartet containing two experienced in rock ‘n’ roll from playing in The Vipers alongside another pair of musicians just as voraciously hungry and creatively energetic. As mentioned it was their debut album which sparked a keen appetite for the band, a thrilling and potential driven release which only suggested greater things to come, which the single is only too happy to confirm. Whereas the full-length had an infectious pop punk thrust to its garage punk and rock mayhem, Don’t Turn Your Fucking Back On Me reaps the contagious seeds of more caustic punk rock but without losing any of the trademark ridiculously catchy and insatiably addictive charm. Hooks and riffs aligned to a lyrical and passionate snarl once again steal the passions, but as always with The Pulsebeats fun is the order of the day and there is plenty of that thrashing around on the single.

    The title track makes the first thrust, its opening play of guitars moving into a strolling gait with a slight cowpunk lilt to its pulsebeats coverenergetic stance. The vocals step in next adding a raw punk attack to the infectious provocation with a garage punk breath also barging in on the raucous revelry as the song rolls out its irresistible stomp. It is a glorious sonic incitement opening up an attack on politicians and their neglect of the needy whilst lining their own pockets. The Pulsebeats may like to rock and rock hard but they are no wallflowers when it comes to dealing with society’s issues either.

     From the excellent start, the band shifts up the gears with firstly White Little Horse. The song unleashes an opening almost disorientating melee of beats and sonically sculpted guitar teasing ensuring attention is instantly wide awake. From there it settles into a riveting stroll laced with a great throaty bass line and jagged riffs, both courting the ever coaxing vocals amid the brewing mischief of the band. Garage punk with a pop spawned catchiness, the song flirts with the ears like a mix of The Stooges, Eddie and The Hot Rod, and Buzzcocks with an extra air of The Strokes; the blend happily leading imaginations into bad habits and emotions into lustful responses.

   The final track I’ll Let You Know brings addictiveness another potent dose of provocation as guitars jangle and clash teasingly with the senses whilst raw vocals, singular and on a united front, add discordant irreverence to the party. With a ridiculously virulent bass hook the prime protagonist for the passions within the sixties punk inspired blaze of guitar and attitude, not forgetting infection, the song is a mouthwatering and exhausting rampage which anyone would sell their souls for to create or simply enjoy.

    It has taken a while to see the return of The Pulsebeats  release wise but they have made that wait an insignificant niggle with easily their best fevered frenzy yet. Don’t Turn Your Fucking Back On Me is a magnificent beast of a riot again reminding us that The Pulsebeats is one of the finest inimitable exponents of vivacious multi-faceted rock ‘n’ roll.

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http://thepulsebeats.bandcamp.com/album/dont-turn-your-fucking-back-on-me-7-single

9/10

RingMaster 12/03/2014

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