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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Graveyard Johnnys – Dead Transmission

Ester Segarra

There has always been a fire in the belly of the Graveyard Johnnys’ sound, as well as a constant entwining of varied strands of rock ‘n’ roll, but the band has tapped into their richest vein of belligerent contagion yet for new album Dead Transmission. The release is a glorious incitement of punk and rockabilly, though as ever the Welsh band infuses plenty of additional rock bred spices in provocations impossible to pin down but very easy to greedily devour. If you had to make a comparison it would have to be The Living End, though Graveyard Johnnys, as evidenced by their new offering, create something a little dirtier and more unpredictable.

Formed in 2008, the Chepstow hailing Graveyard Johnnys has earned a massive reputation for their fiery and frantic live performances, an aspect also echoed as close as it is possible to ever achieve in the studio within Dead Transmission. It is fair to say though that starting with their debut EP Streetblocks and City Lights, the band’s releases have persistently been a voracious slab of energy, as epitomised by first album Songs From Better Days in 2011. These only emulated as mentioned a live presence which has stirred up audiences Europe wide over the years, persistently luring new and loyal appetites to their sound. Graveyard Johnnys has shared stages with the likes of Turbonegro and Hayseed Dixie, toured with bands such as Mad Sin, The Peacocks, and Nekromantix, and left crowds exhausted with their own headlining shows, all earning greater acclaim and increasing a potent reputation. Now the threesome of vocalist/upright bassist Joe Grogan, drummer Thomas E Lord, and guitarist Callum Houston, arguably the first really stable line-up within the band and its most potent, are poised to open a new storm of attention with Dead Transmission, a release which will not take no for an answer.

Album opener is The Poison, a song entering on the regimented stomp of marching feet, equally eager beats, and subsequently a rich lure of flavoursome enticement which is as much melodic rock as it is classic rock ‘n’ roll seeded. Settling into a landscape of catchy energy and invention, a blues air lays over melodies and dust coated vocals whilst hard rock revelry creeps into the hook lined swing of the encounter. Straight away the band has expectations perfectly defeated, the song bounding through ears like a mix of Turbonegro, The Hives, and The Black Keys yet not. It is a tasty appetiser for things to come, but quickly outshone by the following For Tonight, and indeed the rest of the increasingly virulent album.

Dead Transmission Cover   The second track spills a delicious hook straight away, one swiftly joined by the excellent voice of Grogan and a potent rapping of drum skin by Lord. The singer’s bass is also quickly stirring up ears and appetite, its pungent bait a dark temptation within the swinging enterprise of Houston’s fingers and strings. A great mix of restrained and keenly strolling energy, it has an essence of The Peacocks to it though again it is easy to suggest other styles and artists as references to something quite distinct to Graveyard Johnnys.

The album’s title track is next, static caressing ears before majestic and instantly rousing rhythms and riffs ignite body and imagination. Scythes of guitar and an open spillage of attitude soon join the punk bred incitement too, its snare drum rim clicking and thumping beats irresistible and matched in slavery by the constant adventure of inescapable hooks and brawling energy. Again the band keeps things too lively for expectations, its passage another mix of feverish fury and predatory reserve, and simply sensational.

One major highlight passes the passions over to another in the feisty shape of Because Of You, an old school rockabilly stomp with modern tenacity and attitude. It is the kind of song that if Gene Vincent was stomping around in his young leathers now he would be unleashing. It is one minute and a half of pure and spicy rock ‘n’ roll; a description applying to the punk seeded One Day Or Forever and its individual march upon ears and emotions just as easily. Its rhythmic stroll has feet shifting and head bobbing whilst its alluring Bad Religion meets Flogging Molly like melodies and tempting has ears gripped.

     A similar punk fired persuasion colours the next up Ready To Roll, riffs and rhythms instantaneous seduction reinforced by a tenacious enterprise of guitar which at times flirts with a seventies spicing a la Mud/Showaddywaddy, though blink and you miss it as like so many, the song is a busy cauldron of flavours and temptation which has attention solely in its grasp, much like the following pair of I Won’t Wait and Compromise. The first of the two merges raw punk and vintage rock ‘n’ roll resourcefulness for its decades fusing, passions firing riot. It snarls relentlessly, and expels a dirt encrusted breath of predation, but with the throbbing string slaps of Grogan, the hypnotic bait of Lord, and the ear entangling prowess of Houston, the song was never going to be anything other than an epidemic of infectiousness. Its successor swaggers in with its own appetite binding lures as well as the potently confrontational lyrical craft which flows across the whole release as impressively as the sounds. The Living End is an unavoidable comparison to the outstanding song but again the British three create something as unique from as it is similar to any references.

Fair to say by the end of the song the body is weak from the energy given to the insatiable romps within Dead Transmission, and seemingly sensing this Graveyard Johnnys offer Mothers next, a calm acoustic rock ballad with a country rock breath. It is an engaging and increasingly magnetic croon but admittedly before its increasingly lively end, feet and appetite greedily wanted to let loose again which they do with the closing Little Witch. A smog of sonic aggravation and rhythmic intimidation, the punk/ hard rock explosion is the perfect book end to the start of the album, a fiery and tempestuous maelstrom of fiercely flavoured rock ‘n’ roll with a flirtation of melodies and keys to keep things even more fascinating.

It is a blistering end to a thrilling proposition, Graveyard Johnnys at a new peak with songs which tap into every instinctive want of any rock ‘n’ roll fan, a broad genre which just does not get much better than this.

Dead Transmission is available now via Bomber Music @ http://store.bombermusic.com/products/545212-graveyard-johnnys-dead-transmission-cd-or-download or https://graveyard-johnnys.bandcamp.com/releases

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RingMaster 13/05/2015

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David Sinclair Four – 4

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The fourth album from David Sinclair and the first with his band as a quartet, 4 is one of those encounters which makes a decent first proposal and then with increasing tenacity continues to endear itself to ears and thoughts over time. The David Sinclair Four release contains ten varied and highly flavoursome slices of rock ‘n’ roll which spring from a blues rock seeding but never restrict their enterprise to any single musical colour. Equally there is a feel good factor which fuels songs looking at and springing from the diverse culture of the artist’s home, London; the result of all essences together being one enjoyable proposition.

The current band line-up came together in 2013, bassist Jos Mendoza and guitarist Geoff Peel linking up with vocalist/guitarist Sinclair and his drummer son Jack, their addition turning the David Sinclair Trio into the David Sinclair Four. Before this the band had already released a trio of acclaimed albums in the shape of Hey (2006), Threewheeling (2008), and Take Me There (2013). Live too the band has been a greedily devoured proposal and list playing with the likes of Wilko Johnson, the Oli Brown Band, Marcus Bonfanti, Johnny Dowd, Graham Bonnet, and Willie Nile amongst many on their CV. Now the four-piece are setting about bringing the summer a healthy stroll of rock to swagger along through their new album, a release easy to see following its predecessors in drawing the plaudits.

The album opens with Sick Of Being Good and an initial potent caress of guitar to awaken ears. Imagination is swiftly stirred too by a subsequent sturdier stroll of energy and sound led by an infectiously enticing hook. The song continues to lure in appetite and attention with its blues hued catchiness and David’s vocals, backed well by the band. There are few surprises in the song but plenty to get hungry teeth into with an expressive guitar invention, warm harmonies, and colourful enterprise shaping every twist of the song.

The strong start is matched by the following treat of The Click-Clack Man. The tale about a character on the search to meet I am led to believe Tom Waits; the song has a seductive swing and resourceful adventure to its quickly enslaving presence. Hooks and grooves create an inescapable web to which a deliciously roving darkly toned bassline and crisply swung beats add further drama and temptation. The song is irresistible to feet and emotions, the biggest highlight on the album though often rivalled.

The sultry blues climate of next up Life Gone Cold brings further variety to the album, its slow saunter equipped with fiery flames of guitar and emotive intensity. It does not have the spark of the first two songs though but with again mouth-watering guitar craft and potent rhythmic bait alongside straight-forward and easily accessible lyrics, ears held easily before being excited again by Crude Emotion. Rhythmically muscular and casting a heavy stride from its first breath, the song is another unveiling of contagion posing as grooves and hooks. The swing of its body is an incitement to physical participation and the funk infused chorus bait to a vocal union, as band and track create another major moment within 4.

The excellent Down By The Canal comes next, and swiftly transfixes as the excellent guest vocals of Maxi Priest flirt with ears alongside the tones of David. The song’s reggae hued scenery is just as magnetic, drawing a swift smile with its engaging revelry before making way for the blues smoulder of World Turns Around. The harmonica of Paul Jones, another guest on the album, is a spicy flirtation matched by the fiery craft and sounds uncaged by Peel as the song swerves with the persuasion of a temptress within ears. Both tracks entice and reward enjoyably whilst providing further fresh textures and creative ventures within the album.

The remainder of the album for personal tastes does not quite match up to what comes before, though songs like The Illness & The Cure and Give Me A Rose which follow, only provide easy to consume and enjoy offerings with their individual blues rock spiced ventures. They just do not have the extra ingredient to ignite these particular ears, feeling a little flat against the quality sounds earlier in the release. It will obviously not be the same for everyone though and there is nothing less than enjoyment gained from the tracks or the closing pair of Coming Out Of The Rain and Coming Off The Rails, they also strong and enjoyable encounters but again just do not have that extra ingredient found in other songs upon the album. The penultimate song sees David dueting with Lorna Reid, who also co-wrote the song, their union another flavoursome delight, whilst the closing song again embraces the vibrant flair of Paul Jones.

The bottom-line though is that 4 is one highly satisfying and at times addictive encounter, David Sinclair and co’s finest moment yet and a definite recommendation for blues rock ‘n’ roll fans with an appetite for others like Paul Weller, The Rolling Stones, The Kinks and especially on the guitar and blues side, Seasick Steve.

4 is available now via IRL @ http://irl.bigcartel.com/product/david-sinclair-four-4 and on most online stores.

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RingMaster 12/05/2015

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MFC Chicken – (Get Outta The) DJ Booth and Lake Bears!

 

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After two ridiculously infectious and excitable slabs of rock ‘n’ roll devilry posing as albums, London based MFC Chicken in their own words “figured it was time that we gave the DJs out there something to spin when out in the wilds. A full length album is great for playing at house parties but in a sleazy cellar bar with some frantic dance floor action the DJ’s gonna want a proper vinyl 45.” So that is what the band came up with, not one but two slices of MFC Chicken revelry to ignite the dance-floor, a pair of incitements which simply throw feet and emotions into a blissful frenzy.

It is fair to say we unknowingly had a sweet spot lying in wait for a band like MFC Chicken, an inner instinct stroked and seduced by the band’s two frantic slabs of R&B fuelled rock ‘n’ roll going by the names of Music For Chicken in 2012 and Sold Gravy two years later. With hooks and beats inescapable bait, vocals virulent incitement, and flames of sax an intoxicating bedfellow to all around them, both releases created an insatiable stomp of surf and garage rock within a web of Rhythm and Blues embraced vintage rock ‘n’ roll. There is no stopping the MFC Chicken sound once it takes hold, or a live presence which has seen them the darlings of festivals, venues, and differing countries alike. And it continues in potent style with the new singles, the quartet of Spencer Evoy (tenor sax, vocals), Alberto Zioli (guitar, vocals), Ravi (drums), and Zig (bass) on fine and irrepressible form once again.

DJ Booth sleeve(Get Outta The) DJ Booth opens with its title track and a vintage guitar tang which kisses ears before beats and vocals add their potent spices to the fifties bred rocker. Like a mix of Ray Charles and Bill Haley, the song managing to have the fiery essence of the former in firm collusion with the cleaner sounds of the latter, it blazes away with rampant keys and melodic tenacity as rhythms continue to stomp through ears and into the passions. It is a simple, busy, and irresistible encounter matched perfectly by accompanying song Colonel Sanders’ Bastard Son.

The second song has the kind of nostalgic swing which was never out of place in either a Chick Berry stroll or a Connie Francis pop persuasion. It soon takes on a rawer, almost dirty nature though, leaning much more towards the bluesy garage enterprise of The Sonics thereon in. This is tempered by the sonic imagination of the guitar and the ever inflammatory call of the sax, each individually offering a warmer but no less mischievous enticing to envelope the lyrical revelry. As its predecessor, the track is gorgeous, and the single alone enough to make MFC Chicken the focus of current attention.

Of course there are two offerings and Lake Bears! is just as compelling and thrilling an encounter. Its first track is Lakebears Theme and in some ways has an even more anarchic and Lake Bears Cover Spread.inddvoraciously devilish manner to its presence and sound than on the other release. Imagine Little Richard even more over excited than normal whilst Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Jerry Lee Lewis bring their own distinct slightly salacious invention, then you are close to the two minutes of rock ‘n’ roll rampage going on.

Second track is called Theme From Lakebears, a devil fuelled instrumental with voodoo beats and demonic sonic lures around tribalistic vocal urges. A lively shimmer of surf rock adds even more sinister qualities to the outstanding tempting of ears and imagination, providing if taken as one, a blissful end to four increasingly magnetic new MFC Chicken products.

Roll on another album is all we have left to say.

(Get Outta The) DJ Booth (Dirty Water Records) and Lake Bears! (FOLC/Dirty Water Records) are both available now on 7” vinyl and download via http://www.dirtywaterrecords.co.uk/shop/#!/MFC-Chicken/c/2990295/offset=0&sort=addedTimeDesc

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RingMaster 02/05/2015

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Yorkshire Rats -Sea of Souls

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It is with thanks to Carl of the excellent Chalkman Video that UK punk rock ‘n’ rollers Yorkshire Rats and their debut album Sea of Souls recently and firmly hit our radar. He gave us the heads up on the Leeds quartet having recently shot a video with the guys, and led us to one of those albums which lights ears initially but equally simmers away in the psyche to emerge as one thrilling riot of temptation.

Yorkshire Rats began in 2004, formed by Don Mercy once of Abrasive Wheels and Billy No Mates. Soon into their aggressive stride the band subsequently released, in the words of their bio, “a rabble-rousing 7” and a hooligan fuelled EP.” 2006 saw the band support to great success Rancid but then go on an extended hiatus. They have now returned fuelled to the top with contagious rock ‘n’ roll tenacity, punk confrontation, and potent lyrical incitements, all found to great effect on debut album Sea of Souls. Consisting of Kurt Alexander, Matt Lee, and Chris Furness alongside Mercy, Yorkshire Rats confront, incite, and thrill across thirteen tracks of bracing punk ‘n’ roll antagonism.

There is an instant stirring up of ears and appetite with album opener Hurry Up and Wait, the rolling heavily jabbing enticement of the drums swift persuasion. Raw guitar caresses need little prompting to add their lures, or the swagger lined bassline which jumps in at the same time. It is a feisty and contagious uniting topped by expressive vocals with a delivery which is part challenge, part invitation. The song is the kind of attention grabber all albums should start with, a song revealing the heart of a band’s sound and encounter’s intent with anthemic guile.

sos album artThe following Glory Days opens on a juicy stroking of slim but pungent riffs before opening up into a dusty rock stroll still driven by the initial hook lined guitar bait. The track does not quite have the bite of its predecessor but compensates with a catchiness and blaze of sonic enterprise which again has an early appetite fed well before making way for the album’s title track. Sea of Souls shows a whisper of the Californian punk influences which also colour the band’s sound, whilst the track itself gently but firmly embraces ears and thoughts with infectious rock sounds and lyrical suggestiveness.

The pair of Everyday and Mary Comes First offer fresh variety to an already flavoursome encounter, the former infusing a Flogging Molly lilt to its guitar endeavour whilst rhythms cast an anthemic baiting and the latter with a smell of Tom Petty to its riffery, in a striking landscape of emotive contemplation and rock ‘n’ roll contagion. Both songs have feet and emotions fired up, the first especially incendiary with its magnetic mix of flavours and almost predatory hooks, but as great as they are, they find themselves shaded by the Green Day-esque Lawful Civil Rights. Guitars and bass bring even stronger glimpses of the Cali scene whilst spinning their own anthemic and addictive proposal around punchy beats and expressive vocal reflection.

The opening dark and predatory bass resonance bringing Struck Down into view is one of those invitations only the deaf can resist, especially once guitars add their sonic scythes to the portentous air. Erupting in a tempest of rhythmic aggression and hostile attitude driven by belligerent vocals, the track weaves in strains of psychobilly and blues tinting into its punk roar, creating one of the most momentous and memorable exploits upon the album.

The calm and inviting balladry of You Don’t Know Anything entices ears and emotions next before Only the Rich Men stomps and rumbles with its raucously engaging sounds. Each again shows a different colour to the Yorkshire Rats sound, not major side steps but hues which reveal the strong variety to the bands creativity and tone.

No Freedom as the previous song is another rock ‘n’ roll romp, but with more rigour in its energy and infectiousness in its punk devilry. Rhythms brew up an inescapable slavery for feet and emotions whilst riffs and vocals blaze over deviously addictive hooks. Though not quite the final song it still makes for a mighty finale before Sea of Souls closes with a trio of excellent acoustic demos of Mary Comes First, Only the Rich Men, and the title track.

You cannot quite call Yorkshire Rats a new band, even with their prolonged absence, but they take ears with a freshness which makes their debut album play like a starting point for the band. A base for bigger and just as enjoyable things to breed from we suspect.

Sea of Souls is out now via Indelirium Records @ http://indeliriumrecords.com/releases-carousel/idr067-yorkshire-rats-sea-of-souls/ and most online stores.

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RingMaster 26/04/2015

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Hung Like Jack – Fire beneath me/ Life’s first sign of rage

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If you thought the summer was going to be one of peace and warm calm then think again as this is when UK rockers Hung Like Jack release their next roar of voracious rock ‘n’ roll in the uncompromising shapes of Fire beneath me and Life’s first sign of rage. Equipped with the brawling tenacity and flavoursome enterprise the band has become renowned for, the new songs also reveals a fresh virulence to their sound’s aggressiveness and uncompromising ferocity. They are raw, intrusive, and confrontational but in the same strength the songs are a blaze of punk ‘n’ roll contagion.

Hung Like Jack began in 2007 finding its richest line-up and sound once vocalist John, guitarist Tim, and bassist Hakim linked up with beast of a drummer Denz. The band has been a greedily devoured proposition on the North of England live scene for quite a while whilst their trio of EPs have increasingly drawn acclaim and attention, the third, White Powder, especially so with its release in the January of 2014. Now they are geared up with squalling riffs, barbarous rhythms, and anthemic fury to unleash their new single.

11066515_889393494458755_821227949457285194_n   With just its first breath Fire beneath me is a wall of imposing yet compelling sound, guitars and drums an immediate provocation backed by throaty bass lures. Once vocals take their run at ears, the song has appetite and emotions centred on its exploits and increasingly enamoured as hooks and beats collide in a busy and rugged brawl. As mentioned though, contagiousness ignites just as potently within the song whilst the melodic enterprise of Tim adds a vibrant colouring to the stormy canvas of the song. Punk and varied heavy rock textures rage and unite across the excellent provocation, blasting out a rock ‘n’ roll incitement very hard to turn down and certainly ignore.

The single’s other track is similarly imposing, though the bellow of group vocals opening up Life’s first sign of rage are not as stable as they could be. They are soon a distant thought though as riffs and rhythms align for a bracing torrent of intensity and infectious persuasion inflamed further by the roaring tones of John. It is fair to say that the song is far more predatory and hostile than Fire beneath me but still expels a wind of anthemic might which leaves limbs and voice enlisted. The senses though just wilt under the rest of the uncaged onslaught, basking in every minute of it.

There is no hiding place with The Darlington based quartet’s sound or indeed their creative attitude, and in the Dave Hills recorded, mixed, and mastered release, no chance of a relaxing time, just a fiercely enjoyable one.

Fire beneath me/ Life’s first sign of rage will be released on May 22nd with a Launch party being held at the Railway Tavern in Darlington the same night.

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RingMaster 26/04/2015

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Bulletproof Rose – Loud Hard Fast

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Its title is Loud Hard Fast and that just about sums up the new EP from UK rockers Bulletproof Rose, though to that you can add enjoyable if unsurprising. That lack of originality is not necessarily a bad thing in the hands of strong musicians and it is fair to say that the Cumbria quartet is that, and certain familiarity bred from inspirations can often add a captivating essence to songs, which again generally applies here, but for long term and potent persuasion on a national appetite will it be enough for Bulletproof Rose to make a breakthrough we have to wonder.

Hailing from Workington and formed in 2012 with the current line-up uniting last year, Bulletproof Rose has certainly bred a mighty reputation for their live performances and tenacious rock ‘n’ roll locally, spreading further afield in recent times. Drawing on influences like AC/DC, Guns N Roses, and Motley Crue, all open from the first breath of the EP, the band is on a steady rise which Loud Hard Fast can only reinforce, though by how much time will tell.

The song Bulletproof Rose sets the riot rolling, the guitars of Jacob Siddle and Brian Robinson ruffling air and ears with raucous, if restrained riffs as the heavy jabs of drummer Dan Wallace punctuate their caustic tempting. The song is soon into a captivating and more predatory stroll though, the bass of Dane Riach adding throaty enticement as the vocals of Siddle bring their roar into play. Feet and emotions are soon fully engaged by this point, the thumping antagonism of rock ‘n’ roll and fevered energy an easy contagion to be infected by whilst the soaring solos work on the imagination. As suggested earlier there is little to surprise in the band’s sound and subsequently song but it still provides a heavily engaging proposal that feet and satisfaction cannot turn down

Bulletproof Rose Cover Art   The following Gypsy explores a blues/classic rock landscape with fiery riffs and strong armed rhythms. It is a song growing in strength as the intensity aggressively rises within the song but in turn losing a little of that potency when relaxing around moments of melodic and sonic enterprise as band vocal calls try to being an anthemic climate into play. There is certainly the spark of its predecessor lacking in the song but has enough to involve voice and appetite before making way for My Girl. Immediately there is a rawer volatile punk essence and attitude to the song, riffs and beats adding more of a snarl to their presence matched by the impressing voice of Siddle. Expectations are barely challenged across the song but it is another occasion where a juicy and inventive solo aligned to raucous exploits easily compensate.

Bang Your Head is the same, familiarity soaking every aspect but countered by an anthemic roar, the strongest moment on the EP in that respect, and the infectiousness fuelling the encounter. It’s most potent weaponry though is the outstanding guitar prowess igniting the song, especially in a twin solo strike. In some ways the rest of the song cannot quite back this up but again as feet and voice are fully recruited to its cause, there is no doubting that the song provides a fun and pleasing time.

The EP ends with its title track, a song opening on a great seventies rock n’ roll riff which is as much glam, a la Sweet, as it is dirty, i.e. Motorhead. Riffs and rhythms simply gnaw and pound away at the senses, whilst vocally Siddle offers a punkish tone which only adds to the irresistible theatre of rock ‘n’ roll romping with the listener. The downing of aggression for a calmer passage does not quite work for personal tastes, its predacious prowling good but defused by the distance from it guitars are taken by the production, though it all evens out again before the song ends on a highly appetising finale crafted by the impressive and thrilling enterprise of Siddle and Robinson.

It would be wrong to say that enjoyment with Loud Hard Fast was anything but full and as a first introduction to Bulletproof Rose it is a pleasing proposition from a band with some mean creative and technical skills. For real originality and surprises though we will have to wait and hope they are next on the agenda for the band.

The Loud Hard Fast EP is available from 27th April from all digital stores.

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RingMaster 27/04/2015

 

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