Thee Infecteds – The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse


Imagine Misfits meets The Meteors with the salacious touch of Demented Are Go and the thumping might of Grumpynators involved and you get a sense of the treat to be found within The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse. The debut album from British rockers Thee Infecteds is a bloody stomp of garage punk and psychobilly; a slab of rock ‘n’ roll weaving its own distinct cavalcade of horror bred escapades from familiar and fresh creative cadavers in sound and enterprise, and one rather irresistible blood lust.

Hailing from Newcastle, emerging from its dark mausoleums this year, Thee Infecteds draw on inspirations from the likes of Johnny Cash, Eddie Cochran, Hank Williams, Link Wray, Wayne Hancock, Motorhead, The Meteors, Demented Are Go, and The Cramps among many sparks for their own rousing exploits. They are flavours which at times openly shape The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse but only add to its swift attraction and lingering hold on ears and imagination.

Playing like an aural Tales From The Crypt, each song an episode of blood and death shown in a theatre from where exits “all go down”, the album gets down to business after the introduction of Feature Presentation with The Harlots Curse. With a great cavernous air to its atmosphere, the track opens on the steely riff of Anth Bundy’s guitar, it soon joined by the menacing kisses of Sean Sinner’s beats and further riffs alongside the intimidation of upright bass slapped by Ruby Morgue. It is a carnivorous proposal guided by the potent tones of vocalist Howlin’ Jimmy, he not so much a barker but a narrator to your demise at the whim of the song’s curse.

It is a rousing start quickly matched by the strolling swagger of The Razors Edge, the song a mix of catchy hooks and fifties rock ‘n’ roll guitar courted by the already irresistible presence of Morgue’s bass. Each plucked string is a dark conspirator for ears and imagination more than matched by the tangy enterprise of pick on string by Bundy and Jimmy’s straight to the point attack. The track is too brief but an unstoppable appetite pleaser before the adrenaline fuelled Creepy Crawler has its moment of attention swiftly sealed. With a bit of Guana Batz to the song, its stomps around with attitude and creative barbs which soon has hips swinging and feet bouncing, Bundy’s salty grooves additional pleasure as the song blossoms on its repetitive character.

Both Skulls and It’s Them! keep the album in top gear and pleasure unbridled, each embracing an unmistakable Misfits influence woven into their own highly addictive and virulently infectious guises before Intermission allows a momentarily breather for mopping up sweat and ice cream. Eager involvement is a given throughout the album but the pair demand and receive some of the most zealous with the second of the two leaving the body breathless.

Never Go To Heaven is a less boisterous incitement next, at least initially, it’s gentle coaxing all melodic seduction and strolling rhythms as Jimmy romps alongside yet one more riveting bass riff as it heads towards a tenaciously feisty shuffle. The track does not quite find all the sparks which ignite its predecessors yet still has voice and body hooked before moving over for the lusty enticement of Lay That Chainsaw Down. Hooks and riffs are an enticement which enslaves the senses and imagination with ease, all teasing within a rolling canter under the commanding guidance of Sinner.

The thumping beats and melodic lures of Happy Jack are also an entanglement impossible to throw off, unbreakable chains further provided by the delicious throb of bass while its thick success is only eclipsed by that of Your Love Makes Me Itch, a song which is pure slavery as its nagging bass rhythms and repetitious hooks play with and seduce the imagination. The song is a web of slimline strands of barb littered lines from all concerned, and a united weave which is as rich and thick in temptation as anything on this and many other genre similar encounters in recent times.

The dirty, dark, and destructive romance of True Love Dies brings the album to a close; a Gene Vincent meets P. Paul Fenech flirtation which just hits the spot dead centre before it is time to make for the Exit and the inevitable journey.

With a real lust for good psychobilly/horror rock incitements here our wants are demanding. The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse delivers on virtually every level whilst providing one seriously rousing and enjoyable excuse to unleash the blood lust.

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The Cavemen – Too High To Die/I’d Kill


It has been a busy year for New Zealanders The Cavemen from just releases alone. April saw the unleashing of their exceptional self-titled debut album followed in June by the just as rousing and wonderfully arrogant two track single Juvenile Delinquent. Now the quartet of vocalist Paul, guitarist Jack, bassist Nick, and drummer Jake Caveman have freed new offering Too High To Die/I’d Kill ahead of yet another album; the single two slices of the band’s distinctive garage bred punk ‘n’ roll which is impossible not to get lustfully off on.

Now UK based, The Cavemen have arguably unearthed their most primal and trashiest sound for their new single; breeding both tracks with the kind of punk rock which has ignited and corrupted rock ‘n’ roll since the days of Gene Vincent and Jerry lee Lewis, through the likes of Hasil Adkins and The Stooges, and on to the likes of The Cramps, Gun Club, and The Ramones and more. Raw and cast in lo-fi manna, the single sizzles on the senses as it infests the body and purges the psyche like a predacious attack of sonic leprosy.

too-high-frontcover-copy_RingMasterReviewToo High To Die rumbles and grumbles from its first sonic lancing of ears, rhythms cantankerously bouncing as deranged vocal urgency colludes with the winy enterprise of the guitar. The whole song is like one giant chorus such its rousing catchiness with the fiery guitar solo additional toxicity to greedily devour.

Companion I’d Kill is just the same, a virulent stomp from first note to last but even more soaked in seventies punk with a touch of bands like The Saints and The Lurkers to it. A belligerent snarl with more contagion to its persuasion than any plague, the track alone but definitely in union with Too High To Die sparks even more impatient anticipation for The Cavemen’s impending second full-length.

Too High To Die / I’d Kill is out now via Dirty Water Records @!/The-Cavemen-Too-High-To-Die-b-w-Id-Kill-download/p/70351208/category=18119001

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Los Cabrones Profanos – Ogun Vodun


Hailing from Milan, Los Cabrones Profanos is a band creating incendiary stomps from the collusion of varied strains of country blues and garage punk. The evidence can be found on the band’s new album Ogun Vodun, thirteen tracks of illegitimate stomping and blues-blooded mischief. More we can tell you about the Italian band though is limited though they consist of guitarist Blind Frankie, drummer El Cabron, vocalist Il Reverendo, and mandolin player Pollo Braineater, and have unleashed one excellent treat with Ogun Vodun.

The album opens with the sinister lure of Intro the distress; a brief guitar cast instrumental awakening ears and thoughts before its sonic tail is joined by striding rhythms and the body of Midnight Blues. As dark and dangerously seductive as its name might suggest, the track is soon strolling with a devilish swagger equipped with spicy hues of harmonica and dour yet magnetic vocals. Its air is raw, almost predacious as the song sizzles upon the senses while heading to an explosive and irritable finale of sound and energy.

Bad Boys Boogie follows taking similar spices into its punk ‘n’ roll rioting, spilling irresistible hooks and recognisable rockabilly riffs second by second. There is a touch of US duo Into The Whale to the song, though its fifties nature is most vocal and pleasing before Il Blues è morto shares its sultry and melancholic landscape of evocative guitar melodies and vocals with the harmonica adding additional flaming to the compelling wake.

The album’s great start only continues in full charge as firstly the volatile cowpunk romp of No fun down in Nashville rumbles and grips ears alongside an already eager appetite for what is on offer and straight after Brace viciously erupts upon the senses with its Black Flag meets Powersolo like dementia. The track is glorious, a flavouring of The Cramps adding extra potency to the invasion of the senses.

Siesta is 20 seconds of raw snoring, literally, before the dark swing of Figlio del Voodoo reveals its Cajun sorcery through voice and mandolin devilment against guitar temptation. The first of the two is just what it is and soon passed over across subsequent listens but its successor is pure bewitchment which never explodes into the devilry it suggests it will but thrills and blossoms because of that restraint.

Incroci has a Latin slicing to its mandolin seducing, the rest of the song’s body providing a mariachi nurtured stomping with a touch of Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers to its infectiousness, while Il Blues dei miei peccati mixes the band’s penchant for cowpunk and country blues in another quaintly hued and inescapably catchy canter with plenty of imposing shadows and fiery temptations for appealing measure.

As expected I Stomp does exactly what it says on the tin, its incessant wave of hooks and vocal simplicity a call to hips and feet, not forgetting vocal chords to rock ‘n’ roll, all only finding rest once the enjoyable dusty balladry of Hank takes over.

Completed by the Outro in Hell, another potent instrumental persuasion, Ogun Vodun leaves thick pleasure and a just as big want for more in its wake. Without breaking wholly new ground, the album is as fresh as it is inexcusably mischievous while Los Cabrones Profanos is a band all dark blues and garage punk fans should become acquainted with.

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Pete RingMaster 15/09/2016

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Archie and the Bunkers + PowerSolo Split Single


Dirt Water Records are never slow in giving us a treat or two and they have set the bar with the recent release of the split single featuring US duo Archie and the Bunkers and one of our sonic favs, Danish trash rockers PowerSolo. Offering up a juicy slice of their distinctive sounds each, the two pairs of brothers stir the instincts and arouse the spirit in a release all punk, garage rockers, and rock ‘n’ rollers in general should grab a bite of.

Archie_RingMasterReviewWith their self-titled debut album still ringing in and exciting ears since its release towards the end of last year, Cleveland hailing Archie and the Bunkers offer up The Roaring 20’s for the single. Taking their name from the classic US television sitcom All in the Family and drawing on inspirations from the likes of Dead Boys, The Animals, The Stooges, The Screamers, The Damned, Jimmy Smith, and Richard ‘Groove’ Holmes, siblings Emmett (drums/vocals) and Cullen (organ/vocals) instantly involve ears in a barrage of meaty and eager rhythms as the Hammond-esque tones of Cullen’s organ dances alongside. An emerging and lively blend of sixties garage rock/pop and blues infested psych devilry; the song starts as a fuzzy yet relatively controlled proposal but the passing minutes see a loco element brewing and subsequently bringing even more riveting discord and unpredictability to a rousing song and climax. As well as a tasty part of the single, The Roaring 20’s also provides a myriad of reasons to explore Archie and the Bunkers more and to check out their first album.

The same applies to PowerSolo and their offering. The truth is that if you have not been bitten by their sonic bug yet you have been missing out for a fair while PwerSolo_RingMasterReviewnow. Coming out of Arhus, brothers and string distorting guitarists/musicians Kim Kix and the Atomic Child are one of kind. Musically they seem bred from the same genes and inspired by the likes of Hasil Adkins, Charlie Feathers, and the Cramps, but as proven by their handful of albums, the duo defy one style, a single sound, and any tries to pin them down. Powersolo get the body shaking and swerving while the senses and psyche are being violated, all with delicious effect, and Fuzz Face, their contribution to the split, is no exception.

A single hook teases first, an accusation of one’s face quickly following before riffs and rhythms join the devilish affair. That initial hook continues to tempt, its lure simple but virulent as vocals and beats dance around with flirty shenanigans. With a perpetual swing which alone grips body and heart, the song and duo cast a soundtrack suitable for everything rebellious, frivolous, and downright naughty.

Two wicked bands and two irresistible romps, what more could anyone want.

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Pete RingMaster 24/08/2016

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The Cavemen – Self Titled

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With a name like The Cavemen, you instantly give a suggestion of sound and character before a note is flung at ears. Thoughts imagine something raw and primal; a sound stripped to the bone with no concern for niceties and that is exactly what you get in the New Zealander’s self-titled debut album. The Cavemen creates attitude driven garage punk ‘n’ roll which simply stirs up the punk inside and twists it into songs which are as addictively contagious as they are belligerently mischievous.

Formed by a quartet of high school teens, The Cavemen emerged in 2012 after spending “several years of under aged drinking and loitering around the various basements, graveyards and parking lots of their home city.” With their dirty and intrusive sound honed to the virulently imposing height found on the new release, the quartet of vocalist Paul Caveman, guitarist Jack Caveman, bassist Nick Caveman, and drummer Jake Caveman soon began stirring up their homeland’s live scene. That success though was soon facing obstacles which led to the band to looking at moving over to the UK, Paul explaining with the thought, “No bar will have us, no station will play us… We might as well bugger off to the other side of the world.” So now London based, The Cavemen has linked up with Dirty Water Records for the global release of their debut full-length, an album having already ignited eager appetites with its previous limited vinyl release via 1:12 Records.

Think The Cramps and The Stooges meets The Damned, in their early days, and The Ramones and you get a clue to the incitement leaping out from the album’s opener alone. Mentally Ill swiftly has ears and appetite gripped with its brawling lo-fi devilment; guitars and bass creating a swiftly gripping tempting as beats trespass the senses with their antagonistic swing and vocals deliver every syllable in a rabid squall of tone and attitude. Garage rock meets ’77 punk rock, the track is an attention grabbing start to the album instantly backed and eclipsed by the irritable confrontation of Fuck For Hate. Hook and grooves entangle as the song stirs up ear and spirit; vocals egging on the track’s rebellion and discontent as it worms under the skin.

cavemen front sleeve_RingMasterReviewIt too is then over shadowed a touch by the outstanding Stand By Your Ghoul. Straight away the collusion of guitar and bass hooks has lips being licked, then smiling broadly as Hamond-esque keys dance devilishly on the imagination within another handful of tempting seconds. The prime bait reminds of seventies band The Piranhas, or more specifically their single Jilly whilst the bare boned roar of the track manages to come over as something between The Dirtbombs and The Horrors in their early days.

The album’s punk driven rock ‘n’ roll continues to seriously involve and excite body and spirit as the fifty scowling seconds of Scumbag leads to the minute and a half invasive seduction of Rides With The Reich. Barely a track goes by without escaping the two minute mark, a short sharp riot approach which does not stop songs like this also uncaging the most contagious of hooks and swaggers within senses bracing tempests of multi-faceted punk rock.

Rock ‘n’ Roll Retard bristles and romps next; wearing its old school punk nature as sonic belligerence before At The Pub barges in with its gang mentality punk ‘n’ roll. Again there is little resistance from feet and vocal chords as participation to yet another song from The Cavemen is inescapable; a submission given time and time again to its persuasion and to brawls like Fucked In The Head and Drink Driving. Again that garage rock flavouring creates great flames of eventful contrasts in the creative truculence stirring up ears, the second of this pair managing to find an oi! like challenge to get even greedier over too.

The limb throwing swagger of School Sucks offers a fractious anthem next whilst Crimes Tonight squeezes some power pop revelry into its sixties/seventies infested rock ‘n’ roll; a fusion of flavours casting something that is The Sonics meets The Saints like. Both tracks, it goes without saying by this point in the album, has the body bouncing and emotions defiant, the latter aspect even more so with the dirty Motorhead tinged rock ‘n’ roll of Glass Breakfast.

The album closes with the irresistible furnace of Trash Talkin’ Paint Huffin’ Girl, a final fevered stomp of incendiary punk and rock devilry as raw and primitive as it is ferociously galvanic. It is a rigorously boiling end to a thrilling blaze of rapacious rock ‘n’ roll from a band which sparks a new flame, song by song, in the bushfire of pleasure which runs through album and its thorough enjoyment.

Time to free the primitive in us all with The Cavemen!

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Pete RingMaster 25/04/2016

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Combomatix – Chinese Songs For Bad Boys


We have it on good authority that there is a very healthy and thriving garage rock scene in Rennes; the city already the hottest place in France right now for the genre’s raw rock ‘n’ roll. If Chinese Songs For Bad Boys is anything to go by, we can only take such claims as a potent and truthful description of things there right now. The new album from Combomatix, it is an exhilarating and galvanic ten track roar of rousing incitement which is deliciously raw, at times primal, and persistently a volcanic consumption of the senses. It leaves exhaustion and ripe pleasure in its wake with a body littered with inescapable imagination sculpted hooks and fuelled by an impassioned energy which soaks every bold note and snarling syllable.

Formed in 2008, Combomatix is the creative union of Charmes Samson and Ian Carnage. Since exploding forward, the pair has become one of France’s very best garage punk propositions. A clutch of EPs and a self-titled debut album have made potent marks on attention and appetites as too a live presence which is used to eager plaudits. Now with the keyboard devilry of Laure adding to the spicy, volatile fun of Chinese Songs For Bad Boys, Combomatix and their voracious sound is ready to stir up a far bigger landscape with their ravenously devilish rock ‘n’ roll.

The album opens on the electronic horn of Intro, a dark herald for the devilment to follow starting with Another Shakin. Instantly beats and riffs unite in a feisty shuffle; an uninhibited flinging of sound quickly joined by just as grainy and attitude loaded vocals. The great Hammond-esque tone of the keys emerges from within the persistent blues scented rock ‘n’ roll nagging with a touch of Stones like suggestiveness, their invitation simply adding to the rest of the lures expelled by song and band.

ChineseSongForBadBoys_RingMasterReviewA great full start is quickly eclipsed by the sultry surf rock spiced throes of Chinese Thought. It has a slightly eccentric character which blossoms under the imaginative enterprise of keys and guitar before throwing a surprise and twisting into a dirty garage rock bred stomp. Hazy and very agreeably grimy in its tone and textures, the track is a bracing contagion immediately surpassed by the glorious devilry of Wet Bones. Just as raw and insatiable, the track is a tempest of rhythms and irritable vocals amidst another fiercely enticing sonic web bringing a In The Whale/ Love Buzzard like infestation of ears and spirit. There is something about rock ‘n’ roll duos (at times trios in this case) which without fuss get to the core of their sound and the instincts of the listener; they just strap on and swing from the passions, and it is no better epitomised than by this rousing incitement.

If there is a prize for most addictive and virulent hook on the album, it gets given to the irrepressible asset of I’m On It. At the track’s heart, it is a delicious badgering of the senses by the guitar, its controlled but undeterred picking at ears and appetite matched by less vocal but just as flavoursome bass bait. The accompanying swagger is just as irresistible whilst sonic detours only add greater fuel, along with the raspy vocals, to one fiercely flirtatious temptation.

Never Cut The Wire has feet and hips moving with eager energy next, courtesy of its rapacious garage punk endeavours as the surf seeded coaxing of keys gets to grips with the imagination before Take A Ride offers a voraciously catchy slice of blues lined garage rock pop with frenetic beats and rebellious riffs. The magnetic tendril of melodic acidity is the icing on its slight Mobbs like romp and a kinetic persuasion more than matched by the incendiary Guinea Pig. Rhythms need barely seconds to have energetic involvement on board whilst riffs and hooks collude to enslave hips and limbs as forcibly as it has emotions and a greedy lust in tow.

The song is manna for physical and emotional lust; a quality pushed further by the tenacious sonic niggling and fevered resourcefulness of I Got Pills. You will need meds to recover from its psych rock meets noise/garage punk sorcery, either to relax after it commands your body like a puppeteer or to overcome its sinister psychosis that, admittedly very welcomingly, gets right under the skin.

The album closes with the psychedelically off-kilter and salacious shenanigans of I’ll Make You Mad; a track born of a kaleidoscope of funk tainted garage and rock ‘n roll seeded flavours with an expressive sixties/seventies flavoured dressing. Arguably the most involved and adventurous song on the album, it is a mighty conclusion and another major highlight within only lofty thrills across Chinese Songs For Bad Boys.

It took little time for Combomatix to become firm favourites and in turn provide a truly refreshing and galvanic moment for 2016. Fun and exhaustion, what could be better!

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Pete RingMaster 16/03/2016

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Gaffa Tape Sandy – Smart Dressed Guy


Bury St Edmunds is having a heyday right now with the wealth of impressive and imaginative bands emerging from its music scene. With bands like Horse Party, The Machismo’s, and The Vitamins leading the way, the Suffolk market town is making its mark on the UK music map. Now there is another potential soaked and seriously captivating proposition to emerge from the same creative bed. Gaffa Tape Sandy is the band, a trio on the evidence of debut single Smart Dressed Guy creating their own flavoursome form of rock ‘n’ roll by fusing the rich essences of garage punk and alternative rock.

Formed last year, Gaffa Tape Sandy consists of vocalist/guitarist Kim, vocalist/bassist Catherine, and drummer Robin; three friends “with an undying love for music that makes you want to move around and punch your best friend in the head.” They certainly back up that description with their two-track single; a pair of songs with attitude and an instinctive catchiness impossible to ignore.

Gaffa Tape Sandy - Smart Dressed Guy (Single) - cover_RingMasterReviewSmart Dressed Guy swiftly has ears alive and hips swinging, an initial rhythmic volley sparking a lively stroll of jangly chords and eager beats split by a pulsing bassline. There is a scent of rockabilly to the song but equally there is indie revelry reminding of bands like Strangler Figs, it all colluding to stir up the imagination whilst the blend of Kim and Catherine’s vocals adds another enticing hue to back up the former’s naturally energetic delivery. With a further touch of tenacious devilment carrying a touch of Damn Vandals/Top Buzzer to it, the track is an incitement for an exhausted body and a greedy appetite for more, something the track’s companion soon helps with.

L’appel Du Vide is a slightly more reserved proposal; the key word being slightly as it too unveils a frisky mix of dirty riffs and gripping hooks as garage rock inspired as they are punk spiced. Again, little time passes before limbs are flinging moves and energy is shared with the boisterous rock ‘n’ roll of the song and just as quickly that lustful hunger is inspired to greater greed.

This is only two songs of course, so a touch early to claim that Gaffa Tape Sandy is destined to make a major impact on the British rock scene, but Smart Dressed Guy as a whole suggests they certainly have the potential. More of the same or even bolder incitements will only confirm it.

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Pete RingMaster 09/03/2016

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