THE DROPPERS NECK release ‘200 Volts’ video

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Fiery Brit sludgy punk rockers ‘The Dropper’s Neck’ have uncaged the spanking new video for ‘200 Volts’. The cut is lifted from the band’s exhilarating new EP ‘Nineteen | Sixteen’ and can be viewed here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAvTT3HbL2s

By drawing from the formidable powers of Cancer Bats, Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster and Gallows, The Dropper’s Neck hit you with robust riffery, compelling dynamism and mesmerising dark hooks. The enigmatic quintet are poised to break from the underground this Summer.

Hailing from Essex, The Dropper’s Neck were born in 2011 and feature the talents of Lloyd Mathews (Vocals), Chris Blake (Lead Guitar), George Barrows (Rhythm Guitar), Jamie Abela (Drums) and Jack Turner (Bass). The five-piece soon cultivated an engaging live set and quickly built a name for themselves on the live circuit through extensively touring and by delivering a series of highly energetic and frenzied shows.

The band’s growth continued as they released their debut album ‘Second Coming’. The record was recorded by producer Paul Tipler (Placebo & Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster) and helped launch them to a national level. The album picked up a glut of national press and radio support, with Rock Sound, Classic Rock Magazine, Powerplay Magazine, Big Cheese Magazine and Kerrang! all firmly backing the band. Last Summer, support continued for the sludgy punkers as they released their explosive video single, ’Line Me Up For The Firing Squad’, which was exclusively premiered by Metal Hammer.

The industrious combo are now back in the saddle and fully loaded with a brand new EP ‘Nineteen | Sixteen’. The record is their best work to date and is brimming with seven slabs of highly toxic dirty punk rock, dashed with hints of psychobilly, and brimming with unabashed energy and sheer force. The frenzied garage punk new video single ‘200 Volts’ is a key highlight of the record and displays the fivesome at their very best. With a plethora of shows mapped out for the Summer, you need to latch onto the band now before they lift off.

Read our Nineteen | Sixteen review @ https://ringmasterreviewintroduces.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/the-droppers-neck-nineteensixteen/

THE DROPPER’S NECK HAVE UNLEASHED ‘200 VOLTS’, WATCH IT HERE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAvTT3HbL2s

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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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The DiggerZ – A Psycho’s Tales

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There are numerous things to love about the debut album from German psychobillies The DiggerZ; from songwriting to sound, invention to unique devilry it is a rampant ride of contagious rock ‘n’ roll. Maybe the most notable thing about its success though is the fact it leaves the listener continuing to strut around after its departure as if they were indeed the cause of its glories. A Psycho’s Tales is a gripping and refreshing slab of diversely flavoured stomping, and one of the most compelling psychobilly incitements of recent times.

The DiggerZ emerged from Essen in 2010, the union of three musicians already well known to each other from mutually attended local shows. The line-up is Köppy (who is also the drummer for Pitmen), Andre Zaremba (guitarist of Messerstecher Herzensbrecher), and vocalist /double bassist Mo, a trio who like all good stompers decided to form a band after the consumption of a beer or ten. Shows around Essen established their adventurous sound whilst in turn breeding a potent fan base and a growing reputation only enhanced by festival appearances at the likes of Psychobilly Earthquake in Bremen, Satanic Stomp at Speyer, and Potsdam’s Psychomania Rumble, as well as an increasing number of gigs across Germany. Musically, as shown by their first album, their temptation is a mix of psychobilly snarling, eighties rockabilly infectiousness, and additional spices of surf, punk , and old school rock ‘n’ roll. It is a fascinating and excitable blend which at times plays like a fusion of The Frantic Flintstones, Pitmen, and Stray Cats but everything honed into something distinct to The DiggerZ.

The Crazy Love Records released encounter opens with the haunted Intro, a web of sinister sounds and passing tormented/innocent noises playing like a deranged opening to a horror TV show. It is slightly too long and it must be admitted after a couple of listens of the album, the tendency is to leap ahead to the first riotous offering in the compelling shape of Forgotten Son. The guitar of Andre instantly warms ears and imagination with its enticing, bait quickly joined by an intermittent juicy hook and the thumping beats of Köppy aligned to a rumbling bassline and gruff vocal pokes provided by Mo. A raging appetite is swiftly incited by the sounds and presentation, every element given its own spotlight but united in a storming stroll of a song. Spicy melodies and grooves continue to feverishly colour the infectious romp whilst the impressive tones of Mo, again clearly spotlighted within the tapestry of the track, direct the attack.

diggerz_psychos_tale_Reputation Radio/RingMaster Review   The following Breakout merges into its sultry tempting a guitar jangle which is almost ska like, whilst a shimmering melodic enterprise has as much of a surf swelter to its air as a rockabilly croon to its enticing. As with its predecessor there is no escape from its lure for feet and indeed voice, full involvement easily achieved though not quite as quickly as with Fresh Flesh From The Graveyard. A tangy hook opens up the decayed attraction, vocal cries and roving beats not taking long to leap into the affair either as a more psychobilly defined heart reveals itself within the song. To it though, spices across decades of rock ‘n’ roll again bring their hues to the death dance as the track incites its victims into bounding across the floor with limbs a blur as throats join the anthemic call.

Already a potent variety is blossoming across A Psycho’s Tales and continues in the rigorous seducing of Dreamgirl, a seductive energetic prowl of the senses and psyche. Its dark lure comes as a collection of punchy rhythms, addictive basslines, and acidic strands of sonic toxicity, all wrapped in a siren-esque melodic serenade. Its craft is so masterful that it simultaneously has the body not knowing whether to sway with its romance or rampage with its predation, in the end both is the best answer as the song ignites the passions ready for the addictive shuffle of Hangover and the heated swing of BBQ On Lost Island, again mouth-watering songs weaving a host of delicious, at times bluesy, hooks and melodies into a tenacious union of spiky beats and feverish rapacious grooves. As all tracks upon the album, both have their own confident and infectious swagger which almost alone has ears and emotions locked in and grinning broadly.

Jealousy is a frenetic motion of dark string plucking aligned to agitated rim and skin jabbing, again the rhythms a insatiable provocation to body and soul whilst the mix of tart and melodic escapades cast by the guitar alongside the magnetic vocals of Mo, flirt with ears and imagination. It is a furiously virulent uproar of sound and persuasion matched in energy and catchiness if not identity by I Want Her. Whereas the previous song seems to have the intent of wanting to brawl in its belly, its successor explores a mellower but humid landscape of melodic surf and rockabilly caressing. It is very different in sound to Jealousy but a mirror of addictiveness as the album brings itself to a raw and rousing close through a live cut of Set Me Free. Dirty and uncompromising, the song tells you all you need to know as to why The DiggerZ should be checked out in the flesh.

A Psycho’s Tales is a treat, a must for psycho/rockabilly fans providing something recognisable but very different from the crowd. The DiggerZ is the name and the sinister devouring of your passions the game.

A Psycho’s Tales is out now via Crazy Love Records @ http://www.crazyloverecords.de/diggerz-a-psycho-s-tale-cd.html

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RingMaster 21/05/2015

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The Obnoxious UK – Horror Movie Matinee

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With a title like Horror Movie Matinee, you cannot help expecting a viscerally imposing and furiously bloody proposition unafraid to go where angels fear to tread, and it is fair to say that the new album from UK punkers The Obnoxious UK does not disappoint. Bulging to the point of bursting with fifteen tracks which resourcefully draw on horror punk and psychobilly flavours as well as a thick dose of punk rock from over its most potent ages, band and release makes for one compelling and thoroughly enjoyable punk ‘n’ roll roar.

The Midlands based band began in 2001, and whilst going through a few line-up changes over the years has persistently grown and lured in devoted local attention and support which over recent times has solidly spread, Horror Movie Matinee poised to be the band’s biggest and most potent instigator yet. The release of the video for album track God For A Day really whetted the appetite for the forthcoming full-length, though it turns out it is only one particular spice in the hellacious riot.

Anthemic rhythmic bait is food and drink to these ears and that is exactly how album opener Drinking With The Dead makes its first wave of persuasion. The drums of Fez roll in and along with attitude and catchy tempting, swiftly joined by the raw and similarly magnetic riffs of guitarists Bri and Kimbo. The latter is close behind with his vocals too, potently adding to the infectious incitement of the horror punk escapade. It is not a song with a startling statement of originality yet with its punk tenacity and carnivorous shadows, easily provides a soundtrack for any salacious moonlit and cemetery based jiggery-pokery.

The tremendous start is backed by Walking Dead, another horror punk spawned proposal equipped with spicy hooks and melodic fire, though the blood lust seems restrained, as indeed the song, in presence and effect in comparison to the first and the outstanding Drag Me To Hell which follows. Psychobilly is given a poke this time but equally the track has an old school rock ‘n’ roll blaze to its addictive stomp. The string pulls of bassist Jacko resonate across the song whilst the duller but no less gripping beats only help infuse a great vintage tone to the song. With fiery enterprise from the guitars employed too, the track sets down a lofty plateau for the album which is matched and worried time and time again.

     Loaded Roadkill is one straight away unleashing a potent challenge. Fusing a hard rock and rockabilly tenacity into its punk attitude, the song bounces over and pounds the senses with accomplished vindictiveness and anthemic charm. Already across a quartet of tracks there is a distinct variety on show which continues in the mischievous Elvis Is Dead. Opening with what just could be the final croon of the man before he died, we wish, the track erupts into one of those irresistible old school punk sing-a-longs. It is barely over a minute of unbridled shouting and stomping from band and listener alike, loosening things up ready for the more intensive might of Burn and straight after Cadaver Doll. The first of the two snarls and growls in sound and vocals, Misfits like toning coating the caustic punk heart of the contagious track whilst the second takes the influence of the US protagonists even deeper into its primal instincts and expels an extremely tasty and feisty prowl of horror punk with a dash of Calabrese. It is another of the biggest peaks in the landscape of the already highly thrilling release.

The same kind of recipe igniting the last two songs is a flavoursome essence in God For A Day, though the song has a more volatile punk intensity which reminds a touch of Crashed Out. Veined by a great sonic groove and adventure, the track hits the personal sweet spot before making way for the excellent Time For Change. Think Angelic Upstarts meets 4 Past Midnight yet singular to The Obnoxious UK, and you get a thick idea of the excellent encounter, which in turn has to depart to allow the hard rock sculpted When Angels Fly Away to blaze away. Initially the song is a classic rock like croon but once its switch is flicked, it bursts into sonic flame fuelled by a punk abrasion and heavy rock temperament. It is another strong offering but lacks the same kind of spark as other songs and especially that within 3 Dead Souls which preys on ears right after. Another irresistible parade of dark rhythmic tempting opens up the encounter, soon followed by a melodic and sonic venture just as shadowed and gripping. As the song pulls back slightly on its predation for the vocals, a raw Tiger Army breath adds to the intrigue and invention, entangling with the rest of the track’s rock ‘n’ roll for a hefty slab of virulence.

Through the psychobilly/horror punk washed Ginger Is A Werewolf and the hostile punk ‘n’ roll of Iceman, the album tightens its grip further on ears and emotions. Both are inescapable offerings which ruggedly seduce and intimidate respectively before Amelia brings a little caustic ‘necro’ romance to the mix.

The bonus track of The Cottage Strangler brings the CD to a close, and it is indeed a bonus as the band slips into a ska punk and dub warped treat of a finale. Like the Vox Dolomites meets Ruts and probably more so Ruts DC, the song is pure pleasure.

Horror Movie Matinee is not really troubling boundaries and forging new inventive templates for punk and rock ‘n’ roll but The Obnoxious UK has definitely unleashed a romp which has body and imagination eager, and pleasure oozing from every receptive pore. That alone is one big reason for all punksters to check out band and album.

Horror Movie Matinee is released on Friday March 13th on STP Records and can be pre-ordered now @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

The same day sees the album’s launch party the Cottage of Content in Chasetown where The Obnoxious UK will be joined by Dirt Box Disco.

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RingMaster 04/03/2015

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The Black Frame Spectacle – Self Titled EP

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It seems like a life time since the release of their last album, but ensuring that the wait is swiftly confined to being a distant memory, Canadian punkabilly duo The Black Frame Spectacle return with a new slab of ferocious rock ‘n’ roll in the shape of their self-titled EP. Uncaging four tracks of their trademark adrenaline driven rockabilly, the Ontario band has an even bigger roar and snarl to their sound than ever before. You know what you are going to get with the band in many ways but never in the shape and colour it is going to unleash its persuasion in, and on the new EP it is fair to say it is in their most impassioned and accomplished style yet.

The band consists of Dorchester/St Thomas hailing vocalist/guitarists Ian Sullivan and drummer/backing Adam McNeill vocalist, originally work colleagues from 2003 who united musically six years later. Their sound is a maelstrom of fifties rock ‘n’ roll, punk, rockabilly, and hard rock, with plenty more additives spicing things at varying times. It is an attention grabbing proposition which has earned the band’s two albums, Grady Sessions and especially Grady Sessions II, strong acclaim and increasingly broader spotlights, including radio play in the UK. The release of the single The Vow last year set down a tasty appetiser of things to come, the latest EP realising its suggestion and more with raw and undiluted sonic enthusiasm.

Opener 100th Monkey instantly has the listener on familiar ground yet within seconds there is a freshness and spice to the thumping stride and rhythmic march of the song. McNeill offers thumps as potent and anthemic as ever whilst Sullivan’s riffs are eager and slightly steely, which only adds to the always impressive impassioned vocal delivery he sends roaring through ears. The track broadens with every note and beat into a blaze of fifties bred rock ‘n’ roll complete with swinging hooks and a great unexpected surf wrapped, country shaded relaxation, which of course is a0341831993_2only a breath’s worth of a pause before erupting back into the insatiable and irresistible charge it started with.

It is tremendous start quickly matched by Neverborn. Opening with a bluesy coaxing of guitar which just intoxicates senses and imaginations, the song leaps into a controlled but sinew crafted stroll with Sullivan laying his potent tones upon a more hard rock infused slice of rousing persuasion. Harmonies floating in the background of the tempestuous presence of the song, reveals more of the new adventure filling the invention of the band, an intriguing twist which does not distract from the heart of the great track but certainly earns keen attention.

The following This Train Ain’t Stoppin rattles down the EP’s tracks next where a hillbilly country flavouring merges with more traditional rockabilly tenacity as rhythms and hooks dig in with infectious and lingering revelry. Barely two minutes of sheer unbridled contagion, the song is simply what The Black Frame Spectacle does best, stomp with an energy and craft which crosses styles and decades.

As impressive here as on its original unveiling a few months back, The Vow brings the outstanding EP to a mighty close. It has a throaty edge to its opening guitar bait, a rawness which only intensifies as a scrub of riffs from Sullivan’s guitar explodes into another feverish romp driven by the hypnotic intrusive beats of McNeill. Catchier than a virus and just as hungrily virulent, the song is a creative agitation which refuses to leave until feet and passions are offering their own individual submissions.

The track is a glorious end to another inescapably impressive release from The Black Frame Spectacle. They with their EP again feed expectations and wants of their own sound, whilst pushing and stretching its borders just enough to be once more fresh and newly exciting. When will the world wake up to the band we have to wonder, especially fans of bands like Living End, The Peacocks, Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers, and even Volbeat.

The Black Frame Spectacle EP is available now @

http://www.theblackframespectacle.com/

RingMaster 04/02/2015

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The Bloodstrings – Coal-Black Heart

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It is hard to miss the buzz emerging around German band The Bloodstrings, especially after the release of debut album Coal-Black Heart. Now having been infected by its seriously accomplished and salacious mix of horror punk, psychobilly, and just plain old dirty rock ‘n’ roll, it is easy to see why. With a sound which is again more than the brief description above, the Aachen/Stolberg hailing quartet is beginning to kick up a storm which their album’s CD release via British indie Undead Artists can only accelerate.

Formed in 2009 and consisting of the seductive yet predatory tones of vocalist /guitarist Celina, the thumping beats of drummer Festus, the predatory bass slaps of Doctor Nick, and the melodic toxicity offered by lead guitarist Krösus, The Bloodstrings have a bloodlust to, and horror driven imagination in their songs which leaves ears and emotions only wanting more. Coal-Black Heart is contagious proof of this seductive quality and of the anthemic voracity which steals the resistance of limbs and energies with consummate ease.

The End Of It All is the first to explode from the album, its initial sonic yawn evolving into a rigorous shuffle of crisply delivered beats and tangy grooves all around an infectious rockabilly riffing. With the fine voice of Celina beckoning with every alluring syllable, as do her skills with keys, the song is soon leaving expectations behind as it sculpts a tasty bait of spicy melodies on the way to a slower more salacious swing for its finale. It is a magnetic start surpassed by the raucous swagger and enterprise of the outstanding Better Drop Dead, a song which romps like a mix of Horrorpops and Midnight Mob. It is an instant anthem for ears and feet to enlist in, and with highly flavoursome endeavour from Krösus across its contagion soon after, has the passions fully entwined.

Both Cannibal and Skeleton bring fresh and infectious devilment to the party, the first merging melodic and classic rock essences into its horror punk tenacity whilst the second unleashes a Bloodstrings Frontcoverrhythmic jungle of temptation courted by a just as compelling bassline. Both tracks draw their share of limb and voice activity, especially the latter with its psychobilly theatre and virulent magnetism. Once again vocals and guitar endeavour bring juicy and captivating colour to both romps before the pair makes way for the prowling predatory charm of Stalker. A hint of Guana Batz spices the song’s entrance before everything turns into a menacing and fiery blaze of melodic and sonic drama, with group vocals calls to match.

By this point band and album have done all the convincing needed to recommend its toxic glory, but does itself only further good with the wholly satisfying rampancy of In Love With A Monster, which has a great air of Spanish horror punks The Monster Ones to it, and the pungent rhythmic stamp of Devils Wine with its web of sonic and melodic liquor. The two tracks in their different guises both have feet pounding upon the floor and blood coursing just that faster through veins, a success taken to greater heights by the metal lined Soul Eaters. Steering through ears on a wave of feistily rolling beats and vocal tempting, the song proceeds to entertain melodic metal vivacity through the guitars and bruising punk metal voracity in its turbulent tempest of a body.

Any Last Words comes forward next with a delicious musical and vocal croon to ignite any graveyard and death stalked romance. Its smooch though is just the first step to a bedlamic rampage, riffs and rhythms a flurry of aggression and gripping attitude bound in mesmeric flames of melodic invention and the dark seduction of Celina’s voice. Revolving through the calm and stormy passages a couple of times, the song sets itself up as another best song contender and a long-term romance for the passions.

Der Nebel Steigt with its traditional Germanic whispers and narrative lights ears next, the lack of lyrical understanding easily compensated by the hypnotic dance of rhythms and the tender yet lively addictive caresses of the guitars. The similarly potent resonating slaps of the bass do it no harm either nor the exceptional riot of Til Death Is Coming which bursts in right after. Thoughts of The Creepshow show themselves in the strenuous blues kissed rock ‘n’ roll side of the song whilst its punkier elements has a feel of dragSTER to their insatiable enticements, the result being yet another irresistible and thumping treat.

The album’s title track has a surf and dark country feel to its melodic and atmospheric climate, a bewitching sultriness which sparks the imagination as potently as the sounds excite ears. A pleasure continued in the closing Digging Our Graves which ensures Coal-Black Heart leaves on a final hellacious furore of sound and energy. Anthems on the album or indeed horror punk/psychobilly do not come more feverish and voracious than with the last fury of adventure.

Coal-Black Heart is an encounter which leaves ears ringing, energies breathless, and satisfaction brimming over. It might not be quite a classic but The Bloodstrings ensures that few storms of rock ‘n’ roll revelry will surpass it in passion and instinctive persuasion this year on their way to creating that future major triumph you can just feel brewing up inside them.

The Bloodstrings are undertaking a European tour from mid-February with confirmed dates at…

14.2. Birmingham, Adam and Eve, UK

15.2. Manchester, Tiger Lounge, UK

18.2. Glasgow, New Hellfire Club, UK

19.2. Leeds, The Boneyard at Bad Apples, UK

20.2. Canterbury, Lady Luck, UK

27.3. Essen, Cafe Nord W/ The Rocket Dogz, GER

28.3. Koblenz, Jamclub w/ Tony Gorilla, Bloodstains, GER

31.3. Lille w/ Gutter Demons (official), FR

02.04. Hengelo w/ Gutter Demons, NL

15.4. Trier w/Bloodsucking Zombies from Outer Space OFFICAL, GER

18.4. Auggen, Sternen w/ Blue Rockin, GER

25.4. Lünen w/ Kitty in a Casket, GER

 

Coal-Black Heart is available digitally and on CD via Undead Artists @ http://undeadartists.bandcamp.com/album/coal-black-heart

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RingMaster 04/02/2015

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The Black Waterside – Self Titled EP

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Like a bottle of fire breathing bourbon which as soon as you take a taste you are addictively hooked, the sound of UK rockers The Black Waterside instantly grabs the balls and passions to create a lustful understanding and hunger. Fusing the richest spices of blues, psychobilly, Americana, and vintage rock ‘n’ roll then fuelling it with a modern attitude and aggression, the Kent band has created a unique and ridiculously flavoursome proposition in sound and their self-titled debut EP. It is a masterful blaze of dirt encrusted and grouchy rock ‘n’ roll with irresistible drama and pure devilry to its every note and syllable, and simply irresistible.

Formed in the latter stages of 2011, The Black Waterside draws on inspirations from the likes of Tom Waits, Sun House, Kill It Kid, The Cramps, The Clash, The Black Keys, and Led Zeppelin to create a fascinating and explosively provocative sound as evidenced by their thoroughly impressive EP. Imagination and passions drips off of every skilful chord and rhythmic swipe emulated by the great grizzled tones of vocalist Adam Bray and the riveting canvases of the songs themselves. They are dark adventures which are as unpredictable as they are imposingly dramatic and incendiary to the imagination, and all irreversibly compelling.

A ‘vintage’ radio introduction to the band sets the opening shot of Four Minute Warning! in motion, before ragged riffs and beats instantly ignites senses and appetite with their rockabilly snarl. The gravelled tones of Bray soon covercountdown the full force of the song from within its initial addictive bait, the guitars of Holly Kinnear and Dan Lucas dancing feistily across ears as the throaty lure of Joe Whalen’s bass adds another delicious texture and enticement to the swiftly enslaving song. A blues swagger and breath cloaks the bouncy stride of the song, similarly spicing up the flames of enterprise and sultry designs of the guitars. It is an anthemic treat; feet governed and urged on by the thumping beats of drummer Jim Davies whilst body and passions are led into salacious endeavours by the swinging groove of the song.

The sensational start is matched by Whorehouse Down On The Southeast, another immediately fascinating and enthralling proposition. The track makes its own captivating start, though this time there is grouchiness to the vocals and rhythmic enticing which is no less inviting than the more embracing start of its predecessor. A hungry scything of electrified riffs ignite on the senses from virtually its first breath whilst rhythms tumble relentlessly to incite another wave of hunger in the passions. There is no escaping the trap for thoughts and emotions, especially with the entrance of the increasingly potent roars of Bray backed this time by the just as potent and gripping vocals of Kinnear. It is a powerful mix matched by the increasingly thrilling blues vapours and contagious twang which breeds its own temptation within the explosive track. Like Seasick Steve meets Tom Waits at the instigation of The Reverend Horton Heat, it is another striking and virulent contagion to devour greedily.

   Brand New Cadillac has that psychobilly tang and swagger which never gets tiring, a confident rebellious stride entwined in guitar and bass grooves which flirt with every note of their wonderfully toxic tempting. There is much more to the song though, a surf wash of acidity and an imposing cloud of garage punk bringing dramatic textures and diversity to the stunning track. As hot and heavy as a vat of blazing liquor and passionately intensive, the track is pure infectiousness and wholly enthralling, especially in its closing twist where Bray shows the qualities of his clean delivery in a simmering bed of emotive seduction.

The release closes with Wrong Side Of The Track, a slow crawl of blues fire which croons as it wraps a sizzling sonic and lyrical narrative across the imagination. A real slow burner in comparison to the previous tracks, it evolves and increases its potency over its length and time, showing further creative depth and musical invention in the band which can only lead to excitement and demanding anticipation for their subsequent adventures.

A must for every fan of blues and psychobilly too quite simply rock ‘n’ roll, The Black Waterside is a lustful addiction just waiting to offer you its first inescapable lure.

The Black Waterside EP is available now @ http://www.theblackwaterside.bandcamp.com

https://www.facebook.com/theblackwaterside

9/10

RingMaster 02/09/2014

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