To Bear Sir – Hold Yourself Tight

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Hold Yourself Tight is the debut album of To Bear Sir, the solo project of someone who has already, like for so many others, made a major impact on our ears and passions. The creative provocateur constantly stirring up the imagination is Welsh songwriter/vocalist/musician Russell Toomey though you might know him better as the creator/frontman of My Red Cell, Innercity Pirates, and Denim Snakes; three bands which all made a striking impact on the UK underground scene with their individual sounds and characters, each deserving far more attention and success than found.

It is a height of recognition which just might be sparked by To Bear Sir. Each of Toomey’s bands has even with some strains of similarity been wholly unique propositions to each other and indeed any band around them but To Bear Sir is a gulf away from those before it and just as impressive.

Debut album, Hold Yourself Tight reveals bare intimacy not knowingly heard in its creator’s work before, the songs giving greater meaning and echo to the name of the project. The diverse array of tracks and styles breeding its songs come together to create one of the most haunting, emotionally open, and generally irresistible propositions heard. From its first breath, the release bewitches, its heart akin to the listener’s sharing melancholy and despairs mutually known and felt.

Produced by Todd Campbell, Hold Yourself Tight opens up with Mother I’m Sorry. As solemn strings rise to share emotive fingers on ears, that heartrending air is swiftly inescapable, only thickening as a lone guitar strum takes over with its own shadowed melody. Toomey’s distinctive tones soon follow bringing a dark blues haunting and seduction with it reflected in the sounds hugging his presence. Funereal in gait, compelling in regret and touch, the song is sheer melancholic beauty.

art_RingMasterReviewIt is a stunning start quickly matched by Medi-Monster, a slightly livelier affair in energy with brooding shadows to its wiry melodies. Vocals are a wonderfully dispirited incitement, magnetic and mournfully introspective but luring full participation with the song’s almost disturbingly catchy chorus. It is impossible not to get physically and emotionally involved with either of the first pair of proposals or with the albums title track which follows. Its rhythmic shuffle has a touch of Fatboy Slim to it making a kinetic canvas for the dark folk serenade of voice and melody. A blend of contrasting textures, the track seduces hips and thoughts with ease even if not quite matching up to the lofty heights of its predecessors.

The new single from To Bear Sir is next, a song which could not be a better teaser for project and album if it tried. The Begging Ends Here is superb, rhythmically shamanic whilst cinematically and indeed emotionally so dark that it throbs with drama. It’s predominantly minimalistic body is enriched by flames of guitar with Toomey’s earnest croon inciting greater intensity in the heart and raw rock ‘n’ roll of the song. People are rightfully drooling about the new ex-Reuben frontman Jamie Lenman’s new single Mississippi, a song actually in similar vein to The Begging Ends Here and just as stirring and thrilling is Toomey’s essential treat.

Strings again lay their suggestive hands on ears as the sorrowful, hope searching Too Late closes in next, its sentiment and sad grace raw potency. It is an essence intensified even more in Loves That One Thing, an emotional incitement of voice and piano trespassing on personal truth and fresh wounds.

The Walk has a low key country scented breath next, a flavour bring new hues to another increasingly alluring mourn and disquieting charm whose persuasive elements conjure 3 Years to similarly enjoyable heights with keys and voice once more an enticing union as darker hues cradle their engaging solemnity. Each of the two pulls ears and thoughts into their world before the bluesy dance of It’s Not Over Until I Say So makes its energetic play. It is a track which did not initially convince as fully as others within the album, though its bursts of scuzzy delta blues guitar quickly had the appetite licking its lips, but lingered maybe more than most to persistently tempt and subsequently seduce.

Hold Yourself Tight is closed by the rueful yet accepting and occasionally hopeful Dream, a captivation echoing the heart of the album in its brief absorbing minutes. There were certain expectations waiting for this album because of past triumphs and not one of them was fed. To Bear Sir is a whole new unique adventure from Russell Toomey, a bold and personal one which is really rather special and deserves your intrigue at the very least.

Hold Yourself Tight will be released the first week of May.

 

Upcoming live dates:

20th of April – Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff with Palace and Willie J Healey

3rd of May – Riverside Tavern, Newport

10th of May – The Monarch, Camden

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Pete RingMaster 04/03/2017

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Indigo Bones – Self Titled EP

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With a definite buzz brewing around British trio Indigo Bones, the Hull hailing outfit release their self-titled debut EP this month, an attention grabbing slab of fiery garage rock sure to add fuel to the fire.

Indigo Bones began with the linking up of vocalist/ guitarist Chris Welburn, drummer Marty Hoyle, and bassist/vocalist Mark Swan, a threesome already having collaborated together on previous projects. Drawing on inspirations said to include Jack White and Royal Blood, they soon developed and honed a sound with unique character but equally freshly embracing familiar textures and essences. A recent UK tour has pushed awareness and support of the band beyond their local fan base, the new EP now poised to build on that success such its striking presence.

It opens with the rather excellent Vertical Sleep, the band quickly and enjoyably leaning on ears with a wall of senses badgering rhythms as raw acidic melodies add their tangy lures. Welburn’s vocals soon join the affair, his tones equally as unpolished and magnetic potently backed by those of Swan as the song flourishes in its expanding stride and creative scenery. There is a great live feel to the track which only accentuates its attitude and power, a roughness perfectly tempering and accentuating the intoxicating wooziness of the guitar’s enterprise.

indigo-bones-cover-artwork_RingMasterReviewIt is an outstanding start to the release which arguably is never matched though swiftly Delicate with its mischievous melodies and steamy sonic saunter gives it a bold and close try. With captivating unpredictable adventure to the vocals and bone shuddering tenacity to Hoyle’s eagerly biting beats, the song entices thick attention with sonic adventure lying somewhere between The Black Keys, Electric Woodland, and My Red Cell.

Silver Nosebleeds follows, finding a grouchier, darker feel to its tone and nature whilst spinning another web of spicy sonic suggestion over gnarly vocals and another rousing pulsating bassline from Swan. Psych boozy melodies only add to the attraction, the song’s hazy creative heat and nature laying on and lingering in ears with relish.

Indigo Bones push the pedal to the floor with Elastic Patient, an adrenaline fuelled punk clad stomp roaring across the senses seeping sonic fumes even when its energy shifts down a gear. With carnivorously tenacious rhythms as eager as the riffs and grooves entangling them, the track is a glorious incitement firmly challenging the first for top song honours.

Completed by a fine live cut of Lethal Weapons & Perfect Posture, evidence of how well the band has translated their undoubted stage fire to the studio, the Indigo Bones EP is an introduction suggesting this is a band with the potential to make a potent mark on the UK rock scene.

The Indigo Bones EP is released 16th December.

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Pete RingMaster 14/12/2016

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Archi Deep and the Monkeyshakers – #3

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With two releases under their belts, French rockers Archi Deep and the Monkeyshakers might still be lurking in the shadows of recognition with a great many but that could be changing with the release of their new mini album which is simply called #3. Bursting with attitude loaded, fiery rock ‘n’ roll, the band’s third offering is a blaze of impassioned sound and inventive tenacity which makes a very good impression first time around but just gets more creatively impressive and boldly persuasive with every taking of its rousing stomp.

Hailing from Oléron, an island off the Atlantic coast of France and due west of Rochefort, Archi Deep and the Monkeyshakers consists of Archi Deep, Camille Sullet, and Martin Leroy. Formed around two years ago, the band quickly sparked attention with debut EP #1 in the November of 2013. Shows and tours around France followed with hunger, the band more recently spreading their sounds in French tours and into the UK after the successful release last year of their second EP, #2. Now their energy fuelled blues spiced, and slightly warped rock ‘n’ roll has an increasingly thrilling outing with the latest proposal from the band. With this also our introduction to Archi Deep and the Monkeyshakers, we cannot say how it compares to their previous encounters, or describe the growth of their sound, but looking ahead with #3 as evidence, this is a band going places and more than worthy of a hefty moment of your time.

cover_RingMaster Review   Their sound is a kind of a mix between two UK bands past and present, a kind of coincidental hybrid of My Red Cell and Medusa, and as suggested more irresistibly tempting with every excursion. The EP starts with Nowhere Man and a great scraping of guitar which in turn triggers a groaning bass groove aligned to equally cantankerous and thickly enticing scythes of melodic tonic. The voice of Archi carries similar attitude and expression, his tones also crawling seductively through ears but with an intimidating glint of devilish intent in tow. The song continues to prowl until the blues rock enterprise within the strings and fingers on the guitar cannot restrain their resourceful and smiling endeavour any longer, throwing off any wrap to further light ears and imagination. The band’s current single, it is stirring stuff with the heavy swiping beats only ensuring further that its impact just gets bigger and more tempestuous over time.

The excellent start continues with I’m On The Run, a song opening with a far mellower and gentle coaxing for ears. The enjoyable and already slightly off-kilter vocal delivery is an immediate tempting which is hugged by a hazy melodic web of guitar. Attention is tempted instantly and firmly hooked once a mighty rally of beats sparks the track to burst out with an infectious swing to its body and gait. A wonderful gnarly tone from the bass quickly adds to the theatre and addictiveness of the song, its raw snarl matched in fuzzy kind by riffs, the intensity of the beats, and the salacious glamour lining the enthralling tendrils of blues skinned craft spinning from guitars. It also carries a great stoner-esque feel to its almost bruising rock ‘n roll, another additive to leave thoughts and appetite grinning greedily.

High Minds engages ears next, its acoustic kaleidoscope a tapestry of flavours and seemingly inspirations, merging everything from rock to rap to indie to Lennon and McCartney with imagination. The song is an instant friend which again, as is the theme of the release, just gets more compelling and involving with every escapade with it, a quality once more reflected in the southern kissed, desert rock of I Can See. Whether, moving on a relaxed and spicy canter or uncaging a bracing tempest of energy, veined by molten guitar and spiky rhythmic adventure, the song is aural virulence and quite irresistible.

Taking a little longer than others to tap into the same kind of reactions found elsewhere, Real is a smouldering incitement which just seems to get more determined to have its way with every play, that an inevitable success with its great emotive and melodic turbulence, though with personal tastes it still has to settle for the shade of its companions, especially against the closing mercurial roar of If Only It Was Sunny. The song is glorious, an unpredictable and explosive blues croon of dirty and heart felt rock ‘n’ roll, and the perfect way to conclude one riveting release.

If you like your rock ‘n’ roll on fire than take it from us, Archi Deep and the Monkeyshakers and #3 is a must check out. Simple as that!

#3 is released October 2nd and available digitally at the band’s Bandcamp.

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Pete RingMaster 01/10/2015

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A Billion Lions – Doomsday Babies

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You assume all bands unleash their best and most potent song on ears for their debut single, uncage their most virulently attractive proposal to whip up attention and appetites. The following question is always can they back it up next time. Well that query offered has been dynamically answered when it comes to British band A Billion Lions. Earlier this year, they exploded on the imagination with Torquay, a song which with contagious ease provided of one of the year’s most invigorating singles so far. Now they return with its successor Doomsday Babies, a just as fiery and tenacious riot of pop rock which sizzles on the senses and explodes in the passions. If their first single lit the fuse to inescapable attraction, prepare to have lustful thoughts with their second.

Formed in 2012, the Leeds/Bradford hailing A Billion Lions soon had the local scene to their feet with their ferociously energetic rock ‘n’ roll. A pair of demo recordings, On My Lover and I’m Free, began an introduction for the band to broader fields via YouTube, that potent tempting backed by an increasingly acclaimed live presence. This led to End Of The Trail Records paying attention and a subsequent link up between label and band, and in due course the release of the acclaimed Torquay and now Doomsday Babies. The former lured strong media and radio attention, as well as a flood of new fans, and it is hard to see any reason why their newest offering cannot emulate and push further that kind of success.

artworks-A Billion Lions - Doomsday Babies_RingMaster ReviewDoomsday Babies opens on a bait of drum persuasion which alone awakes ears with a licking of lips, the brief and singular but potent lure soon joined by sonic caresses and a moody bassline, all courted by an instinctively suggestive hook. It is a masterfully magnetic start which discovers new fiery energy and a melodic haze as again thoroughly impressive and enjoyable vocals come in. Vocally the band is as energetic and resourceful in igniting ears and imagination as anything but within the just as rousing sounds they seem to gain extra angst and zeal. The layers of the song, as its predecessor, reveal twists of garage rock, punk, pop, and numerous more spicy flavours, all woven and honed into something distinct and individual to A Billion Lions, though at times there is a feel of My Red Cell to the track; a positive in anyone’s book we would suggest.

A Billion Lions have not only followed up their tremendous opening song with one of matching quality and thrills but Doomsday Babies reveals just a little more to what seems to be an increasingly expansive sound and imagination. Ahead of debut album Let It Happen which is scheduled for September, Doomsday Babies makes the perfect teaser whilst A Billion Lions simply reinforce themselves one of the exciting new breaths in UK rock.

Doomsday Babies is available from July 13th via End Of The Trail Records.

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RingMaster 13/07/2015

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Denim Snakes – Self Titled

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Rock ‘n’ roll obviously comes with constant variety of unique riotous tendencies, and each twist of rock music has a pioneer and driving force which recruits equally impressing cohorts to their direction within the expansive scene. There are few bands though which manages to weave a tapestry from a healthy scoop of all that vast flavouring which is something new and in itself wholly individual. Step forward Welsh rockers Denim Snakes and their debut self-titled album. It roars rock ‘n’ roll with every note, syllable, and second of its resourceful stomp. It makes no demands, has no delusions of grandeur, but instead rampages through ears into the passions with a fresh sound which recalls and revitalises essences which have ignited a million hearts and inspired just as many imaginations.

For a debut the album is irresistibly impressive and striking, though maybe that really should be no surprise as Denim Snakes is led by vocalist/guitarist Russell Toomey. The former frontman of the criminally ignored sonic punks My Red Cell and the inexcusably overlooked garage punks Innercity Pirates, Toomey has a knack of twisting songs into insatiable predators of the psyche whilst leaving a lingering temptation others can only dream of in their music. His new band as evidenced by their first full-length is no different in that ability, songwriting as expressive and intrusively seductive as ever, and an instinctive rock ‘n’ roll ravaging.

Formed in 2013, the Barry quartet of guitarist Jake Ellis-Scott, bassist Matt Clarke, and drummer/backing vocalist Tom Hall alongside Toomey, soon explored and whipped up a sound to ignites ears and imagination, first single 21 earlier this year the proof of something exciting brewing from the depths of the “ghost-town pleasure park” from where he band emerged. It sparked an exploratory interest and appetite for the band which second single The Guard in September soon ignited again. Now the band’s debut album is primed to wake-up the nation and such its potency and sheer thrilling adventure there will be calls of a conspiracy at play if Denim Snakes is allowed to slip away as those previous bands mentioned.

The release opens with The Guard, bulging beats lighting up ears before a raw blaze of riffs and a throaty bassline joins the emerging rugged sonic dance. In no time the song is leading body and emotions on a virulent stroll, Ramones bred Denim Snakes coverhooks and grooves flirting with the passions as the distinctive tones of Toomey’s voice similarly and mischievously colours the contagion. A healthy whiff of garage rock and surf pop is brought into the mix of what is insatiable pop punk of the old school kind, whilst a classic rock spicing clasps the solo and melodic enterprise of the sensational opener.

The band’s first single 21 is next and instantly provides a different creative hue to the release. With a caress of harmonica leading to more melodic scenery vocally and musically, the song sways with folk rock glazed adventure. It is just as catchy as its predecessor, though it has a gentle presence and persuasion which at times is part Weezer and part Late Cambrian, and whilst it does not set a fire in feet and instincts as the previous protagonist, the song emerges as a warm and increasingly tempting offering showing why it made such a strong impression earlier in 2014.

The following It’ll Be Alright also moves with a mellow and breezy charm, though there is a devilry which is never far from its surface. It also finds a forceful prowl in the bass and beats which come more to the fore leading to and in the anthemic chorus, it adding a muscular spirit to another unique slice of melodic pop. In its reserved passages there is a definite Kinks influence which instantly sparks the imagination into greater life whilst it’s punchier exploits rings of Innercity Pirates, though that was always inevitable at some point. It too is a slow burner which grows into something formidable and addictive, the opposite on offer next with Party Hard. This is a song wasting no time in gentle persuasion, instead swiftly gripping ears and thoughts with spicy chords and hungry rhythms before venturing into a hook laden lure of busy riffs and vocal revelry. My Red Cell toxicity teases throughout the song to further colour the fiery rock ‘n’ roll canter, but as across the album though you can pick out similarity of previous exploits, song and album is something openly new.

From the lofty heights of the song, Denim Snakes take another step up in temptation and brilliance with The Runaways. Sinews flex in every aspect of the track from the first breath, riffs imposing and rhythms cantankerous as Turbonegro like punk causticity initially smothers ears. The track is soon exploring its infection drenched melodic side too though, another ridiculously contagious proposition leaping at the passions as riveting twists of guitar and rhythmic endeavour toys with the imagination. A core of hard rock drives the explosively enjoyable encounter, another slither of rock ‘n’ roll variety exploited for something enthrallingly new before the pair of She’s A Woman and Making Money step forward. The first of the two stalks the senses and thoughts straight away, a dark and heavy footed bassline aligned to jabbing beats challenging ears before the effect spiced vocals of Toomey lay their predacious tempting in the web of intrigue. A classic rock breeding smoulders throughout the sultry drama of the song but yet again flavouring is varied and fluid as it almost growls with impressive potency before its successor brings out the big guns in predatory riffs and thumping beats as blues grooving spreads through classic rock devilment. Though not a favourite amongst the pack on the album, the song increasingly convinces and is a sure fire appetite pleaser for fans of bands such as Aerosmith and Alice Cooper.

Don’t You Want Me finds seeds in similar beds but only to lay a canvas for the blues and acidic flames of enterprise erupting over it. Electric Woodland meets My Red Cell meets The Stooges; the track roars and raucously simmers with sonic ingenuity and incendiary expression. It is a fire of anthemic seduction inducing another wave of greedy hunger for the album, which the raunchy tone and energy of Happiness has boiling over with its maelstrom of classic, hard, and punk rock. The song also finds room to drift into a hazy melodic landscape of rock pop, unpredictability as prevalent as imagination and mischief.

Closing with the similarly bred but openly distinct Sex, Denim Snakes has uncaged a slab of rock ‘n’ roll which manages to provide something for everyone in each individual song without leaving one overwhelmed by the intensive brew. The final song is a salacious temptress which simply sums up the whole of the outstanding album. Fans of Russell Toomey’s past works will maybe not be surprised at the craft and invention running over in Denim Snakes but there is no denying the band has tapped into a new depth and maturity in songwriting and sound which is matched by the impressive qualities and imagination of its members. Quite simply it is a must have release for all rock ‘n’ roll fans.

Denim Snakes is available now @ https://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/denim-snakes/id835921265

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RingMaster 26/10.2014

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Narcs – Coast To Coast/Souvenir

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UK alternative rock band Narcs give one last reminder of the potency of their eagerly received debut album Two Birds, One Stone Later of last year with the release of a new double A-sided single. Consisting of the tracks Coast To Coast and Souvenir, it reinforces the strong emergence of a band which is brewing up a rather healthy buzz around itself. Completed by three live cuts from a live session at Leeds College of Music, the release shows all the potential which has marked the band out and made their album a thoroughly engaging proposition.

Hailing from Leeds, Narcs makes an immediately tasty provocation with their adventurously feisty yet relatively undemanding sound, Coast To Coast proving the point with its coaxing entrance and rasping melodic endeavour. It opens with a welcoming rhythmic incitement soon joined by fuzz kissed flames of guitar and expressive vocals. There is a slight stoner lilt to the sonic enterprise within the track but merely a choice spice as the song settles into a heads down rampant stroll before raising its elegant creative weaves again around the never deviating lure of the drums. It is not a forceful song, nor one which explodes within the ears, but it is a constant persuasion which seduces without restraint, especially when the group vocalise together before the more intensive if still reined in climax of the song.

It is a strong temptation of a song which you cannot escape making an Arctic Monkeys comparison to but as shown by the excellent NARCS Coast To Coast Clue RecordsSouvenir, the best track on the pair with ease, there is much more at play within the band. A distant scrub of guitar is soon boldly enticing the senses as a more psychotic breath wraps the song, the predatory bass and manically flirting backing vocals courting just as much attention. The song is a totally different beast in sound and intent to the first, the bass alone a leading protagonist whereas it was held in check in the first track. Yes that comparison offered by its predecessor has a place in this song but more so there is a richer essence of the demised Welsh band My Red Cell, the track snarling and brewing up a maelstrom of invention and psyched causticity to ignite imagination and passions in song and listener.  The track is quite glorious and with its companion has all the reasons why Narcs is highly thought of.

As mentioned the single comes with a trip of live session cuts, the raw sonic schizophrenic might of Sandchild impressing potently though matched as powerfully by the dramatic Collisions, and the long meandering captivation of Tall Grass; all three showing that Narcs is a band to be engaged live at least once.

Though Souvenir outshines Coast To Coast with ease, the pair of songs confirm Narcs as one of the exciting emerging propositions within British rock whilst breeding eager anticipation for their future endeavours.

Coast To Coast/Souvenir is available now through Clue Records

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8/10

RingMaster 16/04/2014

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Slumlord Radio – Tokyo Roadhouse Sonic Sex Castle

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Just as likely to steal the final thrusts of your sexual exploits as they are your passions, US band Slumlord Radio show with their Tokyo Roadhouse Sonic Sex Castle EP that they know how to create magnetic brawls of dirty rock ‘n’ roll and abrasive provocation, songs which serve up a diet of irrepressible and thrilling sonic fire which exploit and taunt the senses and psyche. The five track release is a greedy and unruly confrontation but one that hunger was bred for. Raw and unafraid to rile up its listener just as gleefully as it pleasures them, the release is a raucous treat offering salacious pleasure and unmistakable promise.

Based in Grand Rapids/Flint, the trio of vocalist/guitarist Tommy Erickson, bassist Mike Todd, and drummer David Flynn, came together in 2010. Their scuzzed up, filth caked form of rock ‘n’ roll soon had attention locally as the band merged garage rock with sludge like essences whilst other whispers like hardcore, metal, and hard rock made their contribution, a sound best described as unbridled punk ‘n’ roll. It is an encounter which arguably is employing existing sounds and invention but turns it with their invidious alchemy into a distinct devilry of their own. The new release follows the well-received The Cats Pajamas EP and shows the band is moving very much in the right direction to earn themselves a potent place in current garage rock circles. Released via Silver Maple Kills Records earlier this year, it has already awakened a great many to the band, which is no surprise as the release stirs up the senses to give satisfaction a full meal.

Fort Knox opens things up with tall attention seeking fire spawned hooks soon accompanied by greedy riffs, probing rhythms, and squalling vocals. The slightly insidious nature of those early rising sonic flames is a delicious niggling temptation throughout the song and never meanders from their spicy temptation whilst around them the song flexes sinews and rapacious energy to engage the rest of the senses and thoughts. At times there is a mix of Kyuss and My Red Cell launching its suggestiveness within thoughts whilst a breath of Mudhoney is not far away either. It is an excellent start with Call Me Chief soon by its side, the song another caustic haze of punk intensity and garage rock fuzzy veined by a throaty bass croon which smells as predacious as it sounds. Its mix of slow stomps and frenetic bursts is pure contagion, the smouldering tease of the ear and outright sonic turbulence a riveting and pleasing union which leaves the appetite drooling for more.

Up next Old Zilwaukee walks in with a mesmeric shimmering to its air and hoarse breath to its core, vocally and in the scarring riffing once the track is in full stride. The gait switches from reflective musing to expressive tempest across the track and though it arguably takes longer to seize the emotions compared to its predecessors, the wilfully creative confrontation emerges just as vital and impressive, the guitar solo especially inflammatory.

As Second Hand Tank takes its time to scorch the ear there is a Psychedelic Furs lilt to the caress, especially vocally and through the bass suggestion, though once into its almost corrosive blues kissed sonic storm suasion you are more in the MC5 and Social Distortion territory. Without quite sparking the heights and success of the previous tracks, it still leaves you appreciating and enjoying the grunginess and carefree attitude of its charm.

The title track brings things to a roguish conclusion with infectious enterprise and variation. The most inventive of the tracks on Tokyo Roadhouse Sonic Sex Castle but again not as irresistible as the opening triplet of bruises, it nevertheless has a pull which has feet and voice playing their part in the fun.

Slumlord Radio is a band still finding its unique sound and stance one suspects but if the release is a portent of things to come; they will be a force we will be hearing plenty of. For promising emerging garage rock with a layer of dirt you just hanker for, Slumlord Radio is well worth taking a listen to.

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8/10

RingMaster 09/09/2013

 

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