Bad Luck Gamblers – Casino Maldito

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We are not sure how big the Brazilian psychobilly scene is but if Bad Luck Gamblers are anything to go by, it is a bold and raucously creative pasture. The trio from Sao Paulo make a riotously enjoyable taster for it with their new album, Casino Maldito, a stomping proposal sure to be a constant involvement in our playlists hereon in and inciting a greedy appetite to know and hear more of the scene it is bred from.

Formed in 2004, Bad Luck Gamblers infuse their psychobilly exploits with just as potent strains of rockabilly, country, and punk rock; it all entangling into virulent slices of rock ‘n’ roll in thrilling evidence on their second album. Its predecessor Don’t Bet on Us appeared in 2008; a well-received debut chosen by their homeland’s music magazine Rockpress as one of the top 25 Brazilian underground albums of that year. Equally live the band has increasingly impressed and whipped up a fevered fan base, sharing stages with the likes of Slim Jim Phantom, Frantic Flintstones, Mad Sin, AstroZombies, and Gorilla among a great many. 2010 saw Bad Luck Gamblers make their first European tour with shows in France, Holland, Germany, and Belgium playing the Sjock festival as part of their successful venture. Casino Maldito will ensure the band is keenly welcomed back over this side of the globe and that a great many more eager ears are aware of the threesome of vocalist/guitarist Joe Marshall, who we thank for bringing his band to our attention, slap bassist/backing vocalist Maniac Biffs and drummer Renan Pigmew.

The album’s title track kicks things off, Casino Maldito an addictive liquor of spicy grooves and flirtatious rhythms prone to fiery outbursts of tempestuous mischief. Vocally and with his invasive hooks, Marshall snares ears, the rhythmic dance of his companions equally as compelling as twists and turns come with salacious enterprise. Biff’s slaps are like a puppeteer for feet, Pigmew’s tenacious beats boisterous bait whilst combined the trio seize body and spirit with their devilish stomping.

artwork_casino_RingMasterReviewFrom the contagious mayhem of the opener, the album intensifies its temptation through Like a Bat. It uncages an even more intensive nagging of body and senses, its rousing persuasion and infernal swing cored by a delicious hook swiftly infesting the imagination and passions with vampiric hunger before 8% uncages its own attitude loaded roar. Like a mix of Demented Are Go and Zombie Ghost Train, the song has the body leaping eagerly in union with its own physical prowess. A cowpunk spicing just adds to the fiercely agreeable romp, the album getting better and bolder with every passing minute.

The darker threat of Terror Train is next; its carnally visceral character equipped with toxic grooves and predatory rhythms as well as a mix of melodically nurtured ingredients carrying a Batmobile lining to their seduction. The track is a snarling beast welcomingly preying on the imagination and setting it up for the tangy gasoline fuelled Rusty T-Bucket. The band discover yet another hook to drool over, bass slaps and swinging beats courting it’s tempting as Marshall vocally romps in the midst of it all.

Thylacinus Attack provides the instrumental suggestiveness all good psychobilly releases conjure, the guitar painting a picture as rhythms bounce before the country infused Somebody Stole my Pet Possum mischievously dances in ears with a grin on its creative face and straight after Drinking with the Devil strikes it’s sinister deal with the dark one in a melodic waltz of bedlam bred rhythms and an evolving landscape of fevered melody driven revelry and sultry seduction.

The variety in the Bad Luck Gamblers sound ensures the album is a bag of pleasing diversity continued in the wiry web of enterprise that is Shoulder Mount, a punk bred encounter with imposing rockabilly seeded riffs and raw surf hued melodies. As with all tracks, there is no escaping the freely given involvement of feet and hips with the track, a submission just as eagerly shred with closing track No Chips No Chicks, another cowpunk lined romp to get breathless over. The fact that its richly enjoyable presence is the weakest moment of Casino Maldito shows the quality and might of the album, the song bringing the release to a fine, greed sparking conclusion.

Casino Maldito is a must for all psychobilly/rock ‘n’ roll fans and Bad Luck Gamblers a band deserving the luck to bring them to global attention within the genre. Meanwhile we are off to explore what other treats lay within the Brazilian scene, come join us.

Casino Maldito is available now via Hot Jail Records @ https://badluckgamblers.bandcamp.com/releases

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Pete RingMaster 28/02/2017

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Hole In The Head – Primitive Love

HITH 2015 line-up

HITH 2015 line-up

It is always a negative when someone says they need something like a hole in the head, but when it applies to the Finnish rockabilly band of the same name the want is completely different, especially if talking about the band’s debut album Primitive Love. It is a ten track stomp bred in a rockabilly heart but involving spicy rhythm ‘n’ blues and broader rock ‘n’ roll adventure to create something not exactly unique but predominantly individual to Hole In The Head.

The Kuopio hailing band began in 1997, founded by vocalist/guitarist Sasse Savolainen. Two 7” EPs, Tornado Ride (2000) and Trouble Cruiser (2003) were well-received successes for a band also experiencing a few line-up changes. The summer of 2012 saw the quartet of Sasse, Brother Andy Liukko (guitar, harmonica, sax), Turkka (upright bass), and Laasanen (drums) begin recording Primitive Love with Tomi Leino at Suprovox Studio, Ikkala. In the wake of the recording though Laasanen left the band with Turkka subsequently leaving too. The remaining pair decided to carry on performing as the Sasse & Andy Duo and work towards releasing the album. New impetus to Hole in the Head after its near demise came with the recruitment of Tony Lehto (upright bass) and Joonas Hiltunen (drums), the band hitting the live scene again with force further backed by the 2015 release of Primitive Love.

A strong start to the album is made by Out of Hands, the opener coaxing ears with scuzzy guitar and the winy charm of Andy’s harmonica incitement. With punchy rhythms and inviting vocals, the enjoyable encounter is an easy to climb on board canter with swinging hips and excitable energy that has feet bouncing and attention aroused. Increasingly more virulent as it stomps into its dynamic climax, the track passes an already keen appetite over to the following Bad Luck Driver. Straight away a sultry and siren-esque psychobilly tang wraps ears as the bass of Turkka gets the instincts going with its delicious dark stroll. With beats just as enticing, the track only blossoms further as blues lined tempting escapes through a flirtatious sax as the potent tones of Sasse strike up further pleasure and satisfaction, each adding to the excellent Frantic Flintstones meets Ray Campi with a touch of Roy Hawkins like song.

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picture By Ville Angervuori

From one big treat to another as the dark noir mystique of The Night Walk takes over, its blues/surf blend of temptation a smouldering seduction of spicy air and sound. The resonating elegance of the guitar comes with a great sinister swell to its tone whilst the rhythms perfectly temper that intoxication with understated but pungent repetition. Already song by song, Primitive Love gets thicker and bolder in adventurous invention, a trend continuing with the swiftly magnetic Let Me Be Your Heartbeat. Imagine The Stray Cats in collusion with Tiger Army without the haunting and you have the anthemic prowess of a gripping track only broadening in varied sound with each passing minute.

Vintage Kind of Fever leaps in with tenacious rhythms and an energetic swagger next, its fifties nurtured and robustly delivered rockabilly weave littered with flaming sax, scything guitar, and a rhythmic rumble to lose the body too. Addiction is inevitable as also through the bluesabilly romp of Rude Boy Blues, a mix of rousing enterprise and fiery flavouring at times reminding of The Shakin’ Pyramids. Both tracks are superb incitements to lose inhibitions to and quickly backed by the jazzy canter of Lonely Wolf, the song a Parisian touched harmonica wielding vagabond of a song which simply leads hips into an eager sway.

Rhythmic jabs and swinging hooks are the order of the day within Knock Out Boogie, bass and guitar hooks hypnotic bait as masterful vocals and bodacious sax lead the listener on a rebellious yet controlled dance before having to make way for the sixties R&B hued blues devilry of Wolf Girl. Bounding around with the scent of The Living End and Johnny Burnette to its insatiable energy and feverish character, the song just entices and incites like a frisky temptress.

The album is closed by Bondage Love, a track living up to hopes inspired by its title with its exotic melodic landscape and addictively nagging rhythms. Like a rapture driven shindig on the banks of the River Nile, further accentuated by the Madness like smooch of the sax, the track is pure manna for ears and rock ‘n’ roll passions; a claim easy to attach to the whole of Primitive Love.

It may have taken time to see the light of day, but Primitive Love hits the sweet spot with persistent ease whilst suggesting to the world that Finland has a rockabilly/R&B band which deserves real attention.

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Pete RingMaster 12/01/2016

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Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats -Train To Paradise

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    Train To Paradise is the next stop on the ascent of infection brewing psychobillies Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats, an album which builds on their impressive previous release Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat and stretches their sound in further thrilling extensions of flavour and melodic enterprise. Consisting of twelve varied and contagious slices of passion drenched rock n roll, it is an album which grabs ear and passions for a brawling, seducing, and mischievous encounter.

The Minneapolis quartet has induced a loyal and constantly building fanbase since forming around 2010, a following which has grown not only locally but across the US and world through internet recognition. Matthew Sprinkles, Chris Wilson, Cody Hillyard, and Matt Kalsnes, have bred strong recognition for their terrific live shows and equally their releases such as debut album Bad Moon Death Trip of 2011 and undoubtedly last year’s Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat. Fusing influences from the likes of Batmobile, The Quakes, Screaming Jay Hawkins, The Sharks, Mad Sin, and the Frantic Flintstones to their own distinctive rowdiness and invention, the band has continued to earn strong responses and acclaim which you can only see the new release accelerating within the genre.

Opener Graveyard Rhythm immediately grips the senses and feet for a romp across irresistible riffs and fiery melodic temptation whilst the vocals narrate the whole shadow soaked escapade. It is instantly infectious and insatiable in its want to have the listener leaping tombstones with rampant eagerness and a devilish swagger, its hooks and call virulently addictive and persuasive. It is prime psychobilly Dead Bundy style, the distinctive vocals and musical voice of the song taking over immediately where the last album left off ensuring the party is still raging with heat and compelling irresistibility.

The title track soon steps before the ear with southern twisted melodies and busy rhythms igniting the air and ear, its Tarantino movie like breath a persistent and unrelenting stroll down the railroad track of swiftly passing beats and riffs. The song is a delicious warm whisper with energetic hunger which marks the start of the variety and richer depths to the album which were arguably missing on the equally impressive Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat. It begins a ride of unpredictable and adventurous invention for the album with a course which is set well within the walls of psychobilly and rock n’ roll but offering diverse and refreshing sceneries immediately picked up by the following Shipwrecked and City Morgue. The first of the pair saunters in with big boned rhythms and a prowling gait to the bass within again raw melodic heat from the guitar. With vocals as strong a lure to participation as the hooks and barbed drum beckoning, the song is a tune hip swerving was invented for and its ingenious groove a template for lust. It successor raises the dead with another epidemic of addict making riff sculpted hooks and bold bass slaps whilst the mass invitation of the chorus defies death as an excuse not to participate with its punk riled temptation.

Only four songs in and the album has ignited the passions and fired up an even more intense appetite for the rest of the release, a greed soon satisfied by what is possibly the strongest and most magnetic part of what is a wholly captivating album. Dust N Bones leans on the ear with a lone guitar strolling out its notes within a hollowed pocket of air and soon joined by the as ever fine expressive vocals. The rolling beats pulls everything into full view as a western bred melodic tease winds around the senses, the song expanding its chest towards the dusty bold canter through potent and emotive adventure which takes over the course of the excellent song. It is an impossibly infectious lure soon matched and exceeded by the outstanding Dynamite, a song which lights the fuse to full ardour with sinew healthy rhythms, a commanding bass spine, and vocals harmonies which snatch and ignite the imagination. As it strides purposely through the ear the beats offer thoughts of King Kurt and elsewhere Guana Batz inspired melodic infectiousness, the union loaded with punk spawn confrontation for a sensational and album topping encounter…except it is then deposed by the quite masterful Mad Man.

The song teases with an instant delicious groove and subsequently bulging bass fascination to brew up an instant rapture which is soon boiling over as the track flexes its sides for a riotous yet controlled rampage. Hand in hand with the listener the song romps with wantonness to its hooks and rhythmic puppetry which has head and feet rocking like a dog in heat. The track is severe in its narcotic like appeal and one of the best songs within rock ‘n’ roll over recent years.

Both Getting Fucked Up and Pretty Boy Billy continue this new elevation of height for the release, the first with another controlling swing to its gait whilst the second rivals both Dynamite and Mad Man for bragging rights as top dog, though there was only ever going to be one winner. With the country rock lilted Hellbound, the mariachi whispering Ride, and Gimme Rock N Roll with its contents echoing its title, completing the album with strong and pleasing presences, Train To Paradise is a thrilling and inspiring bunch of impossible to restrain rock ‘n’ roll songs. With the release of the exceptional album and the Train To Paradise Tour across the US in its support right now, Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats are looking at a massive and one suggests very successful year ahead.

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10/10

RingMaster 15/05/2013

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Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats: Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat

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Providing a villainous canvas for the most essential of mischievous sounds Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat the latest album from Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats has everything you could desire in a psychobilly riot. A collection of songs which are as compelling as they are the instigators of varied rock n roll flames, the album just grabs the heart and thrusts it into a bruising rampage of insatiable riffs, hungry rhythms, and heart borne passion. This is a record from a band which lives and breathes their sound and uses their open influences to corrupt and ignite the wickedest shadows within its willing victims.

The Minneapolis quartet is another band which lets the music do the talking with info about the band as scarce as the desire to behave within the album itself. The band does consist of Matthew Sprinkles, Chris Wilson, Cody Hillyard, and Matt Kalsnes, and employs influences from the likes of Batmobile, The Quakes, Reverend Horton Heat, Mad Sin, and Screaming Jay Hawkins amongst many, as well as a band which springs to mind often across the release, the Frantic Flintstones, to their own mastery. Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat is the follow up to 2011 album Bad Moon Death Trip, and was released last year making us late to its glory but better late than never right? They tag their sound as brundlebilly but whatever they want to call it their roguish conjurations are just essential treasures for all fans of rock n roll.

The eager and thrilling breath of Hexes And Hymns opens up the album, the track a brief instrumental charge which begins with 300gentle caresses before turning on the for pulsating guitar strokes, thumping rhythms, and a delicious whisper of discord throughout its twisted twang. It is a fiery start soon equalled and surpassed by the shadows gifted Evil Deeds And Demon Seeds. With a groaning hungry bass slapping resonance and an irresistible groove the song stomps through the ear with only thoughts of dragging the feet and passions of the listener into action, not that they need much persuasion when confronted by infection carrying sounds like this.

From there the album sets free one of its biggest pinnacles in a continual parade of highlights. Junglebella swings astride the senses with an insatiable energy and compulsive swagger, the vocals and guitar luring irresistible whilst the contagious chorus demands receives compliance from the throat of the listener with immediate effect. It is a sensational song which brings elements of The Meteors, Link Wray, and The Legendary Shack Shakers into play. The musicianship is as impressive as the viral persuasion at work throughout song and album and already only three songs into the release one feels the band is destined for the strongest recognition in their chosen genre if not further afield.

The sinew stretching Bruja with its crushing rhythms and flames of scorching guitar continues the now beyond simmering rapture, the track a muscular bruising with more addiction than primitive sexual urges…oh that is just us then…whilst the likes of the raw rockabilly furnace of Movie Monster and the country lilted evil of Bad Woman with its Dave Edmunds/Polecats like gait brings diverse enterprise and tingles to the release. The last of this trio starts as an old school toned treat which again leads one by the ear to embarrassing rhythmic expulsions on the dancefloor but midway intrigues and excites by twisting into a punkabilly storm which is a mix of Demented Are Go and The Living End.

As the album continues the songs Supernatural Man, She’s A Hellcat, and Road To Ruin only lead to further squeals of joy before another major triumph arrives in the graveyard romance of Bone Daddy. It is a glorious track which romps with sinister intent and deathly mischief. The irreverent vocal squalls and ever potent emotion playing bass prowl fires up the deepest passions whilst the heated hooks of the guitar conjurations pulls the heart into action like a satanic musical magnet.

Closing with the fine acoustic ballad Devils In The Dark, the album is an enthrallment with the highest rewards of pleasure attached to every note and rhythm. Only enthused acclaim can be laid upon Life Is Hard…Death Is Neat and a band in Dead Bundy and the Neat Neat Neats which makes the company of their nefarious creativity as essential as breathing.

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RingMaster 17/01/2013

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