Grumpynators – City Of Sin

People talk of “the difficult second album”, especially after a debut which leaves a trail of lustful fans and critical acclaim in its wake, something the first from Danish band Grumpynators certainly did. If it has been a tough period for the Copenhagen quartet it does not show within City Of Sin, their second album a seriously rousing and accomplished slab of muscular rock ‘n’ roll, or as the band calls it motorbilly. As impressive as Wonderland was, its successor outshines it in every way, from songwriting to sound, energy to contagion; it is a mouth-watering and exhilarating incitement leaving a deep and greedy hunger for more.

Formed in 2011, Grumpynators’ ever escalating reputation and rock ‘n’ roll prowess has been unmissable from day one, the band tearing up venues at a rate of knots while their first two EPs were no slouches in waking up ears beyond their already eagerly receptive homeland. It was Wonderland which truly caught broad attention though, something City Of Sin can and will only open the floodgates for. Grumpynators’ sound sits somewhere between metal and hard rock, psycho/rockabilly and punk; distinctive from day one it has only honed a uniqueness which fuels the beauty and triumph of City Of Sin today. Quite simply rock ‘n’ roll is the best way to describe it; the most arousing, devilishly aggressive, and irresistible kind making their new album essential stomping.

Produced by the renowned Jacob Hansen and featuring Volbeat guitarist Rob Caggiano, City Of Sin has ears and admittedly an already eager appetite because of past successes reeling from its first breath as opener Tears Of Whiskey bursts upon the senses. Straight away the driving beats of Per Fisker whip up hungry energy, the slapping incitement of Jakob Oelund’s double bass just as insatiable and matched by riffs and inflamed grooves. Feet and spirit are a quick submission to the bait; Grumpynators continuing to grip both with their Motorhead meets Volbeat scented charge led by the inciting vocal growl of Emil Oelund.

It is an outstanding start still managing to be eclipsed by the following pair of roars. First up is Hotel 2nd Age which needs barely seconds to hook allegiance with its initial melodic line. Christian Noergaard is a master at spinning the most addictive hook lined lures and webs, they often seemingly simple but always honed to instinctive temptation as here. As the initial tendril continues to wind around ears, a just as potent rally from Per joins in, riffs gathering behind before initiating one boisterous canter. If that was not enough to tempt the devil, Jakob uncages a deliciously throbbing bassline, raw seduction which is unrelenting from hereon in to add to the virulent and bold tango. With each hook seeming to intensify in taunting the passions as exotic hues tease from within Christian’s enterprise as Emil’s vocals and riffs further stir things up, the track is just glorious and quickly matched by its successor.

New praise gathering single Take The Last Dance With Me launches at ears with a zeal and energy again impossible not to be caught up in, riffs and rhythms colluding in tenacity as they lead to a chorus which simply demands participation. A song to ensure blossoming romances within any mosh pit it stomps and pumps its sinews like The Pirates meeting Misfits in many ways, but as all stands as something uniquely Grumpynators while preying on the weakness for heart bred rock ‘n’ roll.

Things relax a touch as the swinging throes of Then We Cried takes over, sharing its regrets and wishes borne from lost love. Jakob alone has the body bouncing, the heart yearning with the melancholic melody as Emil’s words which court self-reflection. As inherently and persuasively catchy as anything on the release; it’s tempting is full and multi-faceted ensuring thick involvement of the listener though that last lure applies to all songs as proven straight after again by Pretty Little Devil. Musically as tempting and darkly seductive as the temptress at its heart, the song croons and roars with that bass again instant slavery from within nothing but addictive temptation.

Through the heavy metal toned Far Away with its exhausting sonic gasoline and the rockabilly swinging Now I Know, the album shows even more of the diversity and adventure flowing through the Grumpynators release and imagination. The irresistible sing-a-long potency of the latter is just as persuasive in the psychobilly hued Fame, a spellbinding proposal with something of The Peacocks and Danzig about it, and indeed within St. Elvis Day after that; a song which you would expect is pure rock ‘n’ roll, a multi-flavoured romping stomping celebration.

The album’s title track sets another vertigo inducing peak in the lofty landscape of City Of Sin, the track managing to be the dirtiest most insatiably infectious slice of rock possible, almost poppy in its vocal chords stoking chorus. With rhythms relentlessly probing and sparking movement as Emil roars, the track is a bone shaking, spirit infesting uproar.

The album concludes with firstly the punk ‘n’ roll stand of We Are The Outcasts, anthemic defiance to hook and unite personal grievances with, and lastly the horror punk lit, blood strewn warning of Werewolf; together a thrilling end to an exceptional creative howl.

After Wonderland we will admit we wondered if Grumpynators could better it. Little did we know; better it? They have smashed it.

City Of Sin is released March 24th through Mighty Music.

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Thee Infecteds – The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse

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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.

The Macabre Tale Of The Harlots Curse is out now and available @ https://theeinfecteds.bandcamp.com/album/the-macabre-tale-of-the-harlots-curse

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Pete RingMaster 13/10/2016

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Incendiary Arousals: Twenty one Metal/Noise/Rock releases which lit up The RingMaster Review in 2015

2015 was a year of creative savagery and rousing, anthemic glories within metal, rock, and noise driven genres. The RingMaster Review picks out those EPs/albums covered by the site which especially sparked ears and passions.

 

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Desert Storm – Omniscient
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/01/22/desert-storm-omniscient/

Skindred – Volume
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/skindred-volume/

William English – Basic Human Error
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/william-english-basic-human-error/

Arcade Messiah – II
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/arcade-messiah-ii/

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Tirades – Lifetime of Wars
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2016/01/08/tirades-lifetime-of-wars/

Raketkanon – Rktkn#2
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/raketkanon-rktkn2/

Show of Bedlam – Roont
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/05/08/show-of-bedlam-roont/

XII Boar – Pitworthy
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/xii-boar-pitworthy/

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Jess & The Ancient Ones – Second Psychedelic Coming: The Aquarius Tapes
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/jess-the-ancient-ones-second-psychedelic-coming-the-aquarius-tapes/

Shevils – The White Sea
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/11/04/shevils-the-white-sea/

Shattered Skies – The World We Used To Know
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/01/15/shattered-skies-the-world-we-used-to-know/

Possessor – Stay Dead
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/02/possessor-stay-dead/

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Grumpynators – Wonderland
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/05/21/grumpynators-wonderland/

Shaving The Werewolf – The Pissing Link
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/12/09/shaving-the-werewolf-the-pissing-link/

Sofy Major – Waste
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/sofy-major-waste/

6:33 – Deadly Scenes
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/01/12/633-deadly-scenes/

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Murdock – Dead Lung
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/04/17/murdock-dead-lung/

Grenouer – Unwanted Today
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/03/20/grenouer-unwanted-today/

Markradonn – The Serpentine Deception
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/markradonn-the-serpentine-deception/

We’ll Go Machete – Smile Club
https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/08/27/well-go-machete-smile-club/

 

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TesseracT – Polaris

https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/09/27/tesseract-polaris/

The RingMaster Review 01/01/2016

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Lucifer Star Machine – Eat Dust

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It is easy to note many musical highlights for 2015, some individual to taste and some generally acclaimed. One was certainly the way the year went out with a bang with some of its most impressive and exciting encounters coming in its final weeks, indeed days. Amongst them was Eat Dust, the new single from heavy rockers Lucifer Star Machine, the long awaited next roar from the band following the release of the acclaimed album Rock’n’Roll Martyrs back in 2013. The two track incitement shows the band is just as sonically dirty, creatively belligerent, and voraciously uncompromising as ever, and still one of the most appetising punk ‘n’ roll rumbles to come out of the UK in recent years.

Formed in London in 2002, Lucifer Star Machine quickly and has continually made their mark with releases and as a live incitement. 2004 saw the release of debut single Death Baby, a roar produced by Rat Scabies of The Damned, followed by a pair of albums in Fire In Your Hole of 2005 and Street Value Zero four years later which only increased the band’s reputation. On stage too, the quintet has consistently earned acclaim and support, touring and playing in over ten countries along the way. It was with the release of Rock’n’Roll Martyrs on I Sold My Soul Media, after band founder leader/vocalist Tor Abyss had returned back to his homeland of Germany, that broader and stronger spotlights caught on to the bruising and rousing sounds of the band. Recorded with producer Andy Brook, the album drew strong acclaim and keen attention; success the Hamburg based Lucifer Star Machine, with a new line-up, is ready to ignite again, starting with Eat Dust.

artwork_RingMaster Review     Eat Dust quickly grumbles with bass and riffs; simultaneously stirring with attitude as an aggressive intent is accentuated by the brewing anthemic antisocial heart of the song. The bass of Alex Low End continues to growl, its rumble pierced by the scything beats of drummer TJ Riot as Abyss shares his cantankerous confrontation. In no time the guitars of Doc Loocke and Fritzkrieg are entwining and searing things with spicy grooves and sonic flames respectively, the pair casting a bluesy punk ‘n’ roll web around raw riffs and thumping rhythms. Like Turbonegro meets Dead Kennedys meets Grumpynators, the track brawls with the senses to addictive effect.

Accompanying the track is B-side Stabbing Romance, a track cut from the same aggravated cloth with its own intrusion of contagious hooks and abrasive enterprise building to another irresistible chorus to get quickly involved in. There is a lighter Generation X/ early Misfits essence to the thumping devilry working away on ears and emotions in a no holds barred rocker to rigorously scowl and punch air to.

Lucifer Star Machine has a sound which is unafraid to openly use its inspirations whilst creating its own character and the two songs making up Eat Dust are no exception. That character though has an individuality which steps out and grabs attention by the throat. The result might not be something major in originality but in pleasure and incitement it irrepressibly earns big plaudits.

Eat Dust is out now as Ltd Ed 7″ vinyl and digital download via Wolverine Records.

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Pete RingMaster 04/01/2016

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Helligators – Road Roller Machine

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It is fair to say that Road Roller Machine lives up to its name, the new album from Italian heavy rockers Helligators an unrelenting juggernaut of ravenous riff driven rock ‘n’ roll. Immersing strains of blues and stoner bred colour into a raw and uncompromising tempest of power and intensity, the release is a thumping treat of bruising and invigorating sound; not the most unique you are likely to come across this year but without doubt one of the most exhaustingly enjoyable.

Hailing from Rome, the 2009 formed Helligators self-released their debut album Against All Odds two years later, it and a video for the track Tattooed Killer, enticing keen attention the way of the band. The varied flavouring in their imposing sound sparked increasingly eager appetites from that point on, with the release of 2012 single Snake Oil Jesus only reinforcing their emerging presence and potent musical persuasion. The song was a strong teaser to things to come too, pleasures to be found and grown further in the 2014 recorded and recently released Road Roller Machine. Alongside all of this the band’s live presence has equally drawn acclaim, the sharing of stages with the likes of Orange Goblin, Nashville Pussy, Doomraiser, Strana Officina, Bad Bones and many more persistently impressing over time. Now it is with their second album released on Sliptrick Records, to whom the band signed this past spring, that Helligators are looking to stir up rock ‘n’ roll ‘trouble’, and such its rigorously persuasion it is hard to see them not becoming a loud household name.

copertina_road_roller_machine_RingMaster Review     Recorded with Luciano Chessa, Road Roller Machine bursts into rugged life with Nomad, a lone invigorating groove straight away gripping ears and appetite before rhythms and heavily robust riffs join the deliciously intensive early bait of the song. Thoughts of Motorhead quickly take hold, hints joining just as pungent ones of Danish band Grumpynators spicing up the deluge of spiky rhythms and ravenous riffery. It is a thrilling onslaught only accentuated by the growling tones of vocalist Hellvis, his bear like delivery a thick incitement within the increasingly tenacious enterprise surrounding him. Guitarists El Santo and Kamo bring stoner and blues lined hues to entwine with insatiable charge of riffs, both also providing good vocal backing to Hellvis, with everything involved adding up to the most hellacious and thrilling start to the album; maybe to any heavy rock album this year.

The Doomstroyer holds court next, its opening sonic coaxing over swiftly addictive enticing from drummer Alex, again an immediate grab of the listener. Heftily anthemic from the first instant, the track continues to incite imagination and body with the descriptive expression of Hellvis against slightly restrained rhythms and riffs but lures still pulling at the leash of intimidation. There is a Desert Storm like air to the track, a dirty and tempestuous climate which is as volatile as it is infectious, especially as guitar cast melodic tendrils wrap around rhythmic pistons and the song’s raw ferocity.

A ‘lighter’ air springs forth with Scream next; its blues rock breeding spicy veining to a landscape as rugged as that of its predecessor. The bass of Goblin stalks the song from its first second, a dark and predacious spine the guitars entwine with their constantly evolving and enthralling ideation. The individual craft and passion of each member is an equally roaring essence in each album track, and here uniting in a furnace of virulent adventure and instinctive tempting for a success more or less matched by both She Laughs and Snake Oil Jesus. The first of the two tempers its rabid aggressiveness with mellower melodic rock resourcefulness, both guitars and even the vocals infusing a relative calm to proceedings though the gripping snarl of the bass and the ever wickedly jabbing beats of Alex ensures there is no lack of the bands intimidating edge. Its successor is a groove machine all on its own, an incessant scorcher which spills adrenaline fuelled intensity and rebellious attitude with every caustic syllable and acidic chord. Once more the band twists in strong variety to the design and persuasion of the song; never going into the unknown but only leaving ears and appetite urgently wanting more.

More is what you get with Truckdriver, a track with little in the way of major surprises but a tank load of inventive enterprise in its southern honed rumble. There is no escape from the pure contagion of the song or that of the sultry and sinister dark majesty of Swamp Man Voodoo. Every groove and predatory hook oozes menace, backed by the rapacious nature of rhythms and the ever hungry riffs though each element also leaks rich seduction that never lets go. The outstanding song is pure theatre, a satanic dance and fiercely vociferous trespass for the soul.

No surprises for guessing the character of a song called Bad Ass from Helligators, its air instant belligerence and sound swift confrontation with of course plenty which just invites full involvement before Stone Crusher takes over with its Metallica meets AC/DC like blaze. There is no denying that the song did not find the same depth of appetite as those before it, or to be fairer as consistently as those as there are moments when the band again shows they can rival any one in unleashing a torrent of rock ‘n’ roll brilliance with thick rigorous invention.

Road Roller Machine is brought to an end by the acoustically crafted Black Sun and its blues kissed melodic smoulder. The song fuses stoner and southern rock hues with classic rock ingredients to sculpt another song which maybe does not quite match those earlier within the album but is impossible to tear one away from whilst providing a fine end to one mighty slab of heavy duty rock ‘n’ roll. Helligators have no interest in re-inventing rock music but certainly they want to give everyone a riotously good time and that they do big style with Road Roller Machine.

Road Roller Machine is out on Sliptrick Records now!

RingMaster 12/08/2015

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Grumpynators – Wonderland

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Two years can seem like a very long time when you are excitedly anticipating something. Certainly the wait for the debut album from Grumpynators has felt like a life time after being hooked by their previous releases. Once arrived and there waiting to explode from the speakers, thoughts turn to pondering if it will now live up to probably over demanding expectations and hopes. The Danish quartet’s self-titled motorbilly has been one of the few fresh sounds to really ignite ears and emotions over recent years and yes the band has forged another landmark in their ascent with Wonderland. The band’s mix of hard rock, psychobilly, punk, metal, and old school rock ‘n’ roll is maybe not over fuelled with major originality yet the way the band hone and twist the blend, it emerges as something distinct and specific to Grumpynators whilst providing a healthy and rousing option for fans of anyone from Motorhead to Metallica, The Damned to Volbeat, Mad Sin to Tiger Army. So it is again with Wonderland, a slab of ferocious rock ‘n’ roll pushing the band’s voracious sound and our passions to new heights.

The Copenhagen band was formed in 2011 by former band members and crew from Taggy Tones and Volbeat. Their first rampage on stage came that year at the Danish underground festival Barnyard Rumble in Denmark, the opening riot in an ever increasing and feverish attention following the band thereon in. Across the years the band has on shows and tours shared stages with the likes of Magtens Korridorer and Volbeat amongst a great many. A self-titled demo EP in 2011 just as potently awoke ears and appetites, though arguably it was the 666 RPM EP two years later which was the major spark to trigger a much further spread awareness. Wonderland is a bigger, bolder beast standing before us all now with the potential to break the band into the keenest spotlight possible.

The album opens up with its title track, and instantly has ears and imagination intrigued and enthralled by a thirty second kaleidoscope of haunting sounds and evocative textures. From its sinister coaxing, a flash of guitar opens the door for a predatory lure from the double bass of Jakob Øelund to immediately seduce an appetite always open to that kind of bait. Scything beats from Per Fisker equally adds to the brewing drama of the song whilst the guitars of Christian Nørgaard and Emil Øelund stir up air and senses with their belligerent persuasions. It is a fiery mix only increasing in energy and intensity as the song expands to its full height, the at times Lemmy like tones of Emil a magnetic roar in the midst of the infectious tempest. The encounter is equipped with the distinctive Grumpynators sound but already show a new adventure and creative theatre in the band’s invention and tenacity, hooks and swinging rhythms as mischievous as they are predatory whilst a guitar solo simply sizzles on the senses.

Wonderland cover _Reputation Radio/RingMaster Review   The stunning start is matched by both Walking in the Night and Burning in the Snow, the first dangling before the listener a spicy groove from its first breath, subsequently wheeling it in and using it to core the spinning of a feisty web of psychobilly contagion and hard rock devilry. The stomp just increases its attraction as vocals and another incendiary bass tempting fills its rampant prowl. Like a flirtation happy to brawl at any given moment, the track has ears and body leaping to its puppetry before making way for the similarly irresistible lures of its successor. The third track is a more even tempered stroll with restraint to its energy but even more virulence to its rockabilly meets punk ‘n’ roll devilment. Things do get over excited in its chorus but the band always pulls it back for a pungent croon of a seduction around the verses, led by Emil who is as ever impressively backed by calls across the band.

Walked Away winks with a dulled country twang initially before launching its own individual and tenaciously striding heavy rock persuasion. Of course as with all songs, it is a maelstrom of flavours colouring its anthemic canvas and tearing through ears, a thick flavoursome mix of rock infusing varied textures and spices soon emulated in The Calling. The track is a predator, prowling ears with an intimidating bassline and imposing grooves carolled by the excellently switching twin attack of the vocals. Track and band show you do not have to go hell for leather to create an inescapable anthem with the song, its character and potency a lingering thrilling threat. The short number of tracks in previous EPs generally meant each song bordered on a major highlight, the cream of that crop of songs so to speak, and it is easy to say that Wonderland follows suit, this point in the album already offering five dead on Grumpynator classics.

The Stalker steps forward next, this a lighter hued cantor despite its title but lock ‘n’ loaded with more addiction forging grooves and nagging hooks cast with a swagger and smiling contagion. As all offerings, it defies the listener not to join in with its epidemic of persuasion, poking the thought does rock ‘n’ roll get any better? Maybe not but it can be equalled as shown by Speeding #2, a reworking/recording of a track from their demo EP. It is does not venture too far from its first outing but provides a fresh and magnetic nature to an already established fan favourite.

The carnivorous This Is My Life growls next, its grouchy presence delving into more metallic scenery whilst laying down one pure rock ‘n’ roll groove through the forever masterful string plucks of Jakob. The guitars of Emil and Christian spread sultry strands of sonic endeavour around the instinctive catchiness of the proposal too, and driven by the forceful commanding swings of Per, yet another highlight is forged and soon matched by the voracious Pray For Your Life. It is a bruising antagonistic affair that, with its sterner caustic attitude, only captivates as its spreads its heavy and hard rock invention.

Both songs though are outshone by the steamy Mama No, probably the most diverse track on the album in that every strain of sound found on Wonderland is embroiled in the hectic and irresistible punk metal ‘n’ roll rampaging. Every riff and groove comes with a thick splattering of those flavours to their colour, an impressive feat and success driven by rabid rhythms and the rousing tones of Emil. The track is the perfect end to the album but the band knows better and closes things off with A Life Without You, an acoustic seducing of guitar and vocals embraced in the melancholic beauty of cello provided by Richard Krug. The song is a dark romance in ears, one sparking a tingle in the senses and a sigh of satisfaction by its, and Wonderland’s end.

It is fair to say that Grumpynators had a head start on raising the passions thanks to their excellent previous EPs but that also led to greater, greedier demands on Wonderland, something tossed aside with ease. As declared a little earlier, rock ‘n’ roll does not get much better than this.

Wonderland is out now via Target through most online stores

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RingMaster 21/05/2015

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Grumpynators – 666 Rpm

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What do you get if you merge psychobilly, hard rock, and hungry metal into one bruising riot? Whatever it is called Danish band Grumpynators is probably the best at it, certainly on the evidence of their latest EP 666 Rpm. Rife with rousing and aggressive rock ‘n’ roll or what they call Danish Motorbilly, the five track release is a thrilling muscular storm which unleashes all the primal pleasures inside with hungry energy and rapacious devilment.

Formed in Copenhagen in the January of 2011 by ex-members and crew of Taggy Tones and Volbeat, Grumpynators made their live debut at the Danish underground festival Barnyard Rumble in the August of the same year going on to build a big reputation for their performances which has also seen them tour with Magtens Korridorer in 2012 and Volbeat earlier this year. Musically the quartet of vocalist/guitarist Emil Øelund, guitarist Christian Nørgaard, double bassist Jakob Øelund, and drummer Per Fisker create a presence and confrontation which is like being accosted by the joint animosity of Motorhead and Nekromantix wrapped in the shadowed intent of Johnny Cash, Resurex, Social Distortion, and Volbeat. Equally the band has a distinct flavour which sets them apart from the rest, first shown with their first demo EP late 2011 and evolved into real brute force with 666 Rpm. The new EP is an instigator for limbs and instinctive passions to raise a storm and enjoy rock ‘n ‘roll at its riveting best.

As soon as the rampaging hypnotic beats of Fisker open up first track No Monsters In My Bed, an instantaneous connection Grumpynators+30827045331seeded in a personal love of psychobilly erupts, the spine of the impending song spawned from the same passion. The choppy riffs and potent bass slaps confirm the stance and poised around the Lemmy like growls of Oelund makes for a formidable and infectious lure to which defences crumble immediately. Stomping across the senses like a gang of lustful rockabillies on a Saturday night cruise, the track punches and prods the ear potently with rhythmic provocation and guitar lashes which coursing with sonic flames which leaves the passions alight. Virulent in its addictiveness and merciless in its ability to have limbs and voice joining in its charge, the song is incendiary glory which steals top honours on the release straight away though it is seriously challenged as the other songs state their declarations.

The following Paranormal Heads equally has sinews and aggressive breath unleashed from its opening seconds before sculpting an epidemic of infectiousness which is impossible to resist. Its presence has a more heavy metal/rock intention and body which merges essences of The Meteors into the more dominant demands of again Motorhead and the likes of Anthrax and The Wildhearts. Once again it is a track which recruits the listener into its dirty honest sounds with ease and leaves lungs and senses gasping for breath once it takes its leave.

1985 has a swagger and blues lilt to its slower crawling gait aligned to a southern psychobilly call which swings and lures the senses and body into a teasing hard rock waltz. As it progresses the song expands and opens up sonic flumes of enterprise and melodic rock flames which sizzle on the flesh before that confident croon of the track returns to command further physical union from its recipients.

The release is completed by the stalking Miss You and then Grumpynator. The first song again brings essences of cowpunk and rockabilly into a feisty metallic boil of sound and invention which erupts to singe the senses and feed the now fully evolved hunger for the release. With a Volbeat meets Mad Sin and Tiger Army with strong whispers of Metallica and Flogging Molly to its seduction, the song brings ardour into another pinnacle of lustful submission whilst the final song is unrelenting heavy metal/hard rock  you can only compare to Motorhead in sound and quality.

It all makes for an exciting and impossibly satisfying release which marks Grumpynators as a band set to ignite and push rock music on with striking power and efficiency in the near future. Volbeat now has a real rival as Denmark’s best metal/rock band, though to be honest every rock ‘n’ roll band in the world had better watch out as Grumpynators is coming to challenge their status and they do not accept no as a response.

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10/10

RingMaster 22/07/2013

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