The Twin Dracula – Hell Hath All Fury


Hell Hath All Fury_RingMaster ReviewAs they started the year, UK rockers The Twin Dracula end it with a ferocious slab of noise bred, punk fuelled rock ‘n’ roll. This time it is courtesy of new EP Hell Hath All Fury, four tracks which tenaciously roar and aggressively tempt as they remind all what an exciting and sadly still majorly unrecognised band they are.

Formed in 2012, the quartet took little time in arousing attention and eager appetites for their raw rock incitement through a fierce live presence and debut EP Introducing. Its success and potential was equalled and built upon by its successor TTD​/​GFY, and both in turn surpassed in sound and invention by the Death Is Our Client EP which was unleashed at the beginning of 2015. With bands such as Kid Dynamite, Wipers, Rocket From The Crypt, Propagandhi, and The Bronx potent inspirations, the encounter showed a new adventure and mature imagination brewing within The Twin Dracula songwriting and sound, one in full cry now through Hell Hath All Fury.

The EP opens up with Catholic Discipline, a seriously swift incitement which more is an introduction to the release than an individual statement, though to be fair its predatory stalking of the senses and vocal ire more than wakes an ever ready appetite for The Twin Dracula fury. The sonic wind buffets ears for a breeze over a minute before flowing straight into the quickly thrilling tempest of Liars. The track begins offloading jabbing beats from its first breath as a storm of dirty riffs blows, that the vehicle for seriously tantalising grooves and a volatile rhythmic incitement. In turn this draws in a great the blend of enraged punk vocals and a gripping web of hooks and grooves to get greedy over. The band’s sound has never seen a lacking of such attributes but here the tapestry is more creatively involved and imaginative than ever as the band entwines a broad array of noise and rock ‘n’ roll bred flavours.

From one impressive track to another as the metallic hues closing off the second track is superbly contrasted by the more punk pop/alternative rock welcome of Alura. Without defusing that potent tempting, band and track soon weave in fiercer and more aggressively tenacious elements into the infection; their punk ‘n’ roll again taking on an almost kaleidoscopic quality in its impassioned and compelling storm.

   You’ll Never Defeat The Cobras arrives to complete the EP; it another track which evolves and dances around with persistently rapid infusions of new ideation and flavours ranging from metal and melodic rock to hardcore, noise, and punk rock. The track is irresistible, its sinews veering on the barbarous at times and melodic adventure perpetually seductive as it caresses and sears ears, whilst rhythms and vocals, in their own individual ways, entrance with anthemic prowess. It is a mighty end to Hell Hath All Fury, a dramatic and thrilling finish to an equally scintillating incitement.

The Twin Dracula just gets better and better, release by release. Time for all to get bitten we suggest.

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Pete RingMaster 22/11/2015

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Atomic Suplex – Fourteen Inches of Fist

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Great rock ‘n’ roll always benefits from a good dose of creative dementia in its devilry and you get plenty of that and more in the bedlam that is Fourteen Inches of Fist. The new album from London quartet Atomic Suplex is nonstop ingenious lunacy, a dangerous riot for body and soul, and quite brilliant.

The UK quartet has been stirring up sonic trouble for a number of years now, earning increasing acclaim with every release and a reputation as one ferociously exciting and uncompromising band live. Stages across the UK and Europe, as well as Asia, have been shared with the likes of The Hives, Guitar Wolf, The Gories, The Adolescents, Nobunny, The Kids, Jet Boys, Armitage Shanks, Richard Herring, The Spits, The Fat White Family, The Buzzcocks, Theee Bat amongst many more whilst singles and EP’s over time, and certainly acclaimed 2010 debut album Bathroom Party on Crypt Records, have marked the band out as a must investigation for a growing horde of fans. Now it is Fourteen Inches of Fist raising a storm since its recent release, and declaring Atomic Suplex as not a must but the essential riot for all rock ‘n’ roll fans.

Sound and album is garage rock, punk rock, noise rock…any kind of dirty, insatiable rock ‘n’ roll you can think of and a torrent of fun from its first to last breath. One Man Party kicks things off with the announcement “When I say I’m a dick, you best believe I’m a dick! D- I- K.” It sets the aggressive belligerent tone which rousingly fuels the whole album, and a song which is soon erupting into a salaciously tenacious slab of punk ‘n’ roll driven by the rousing tones of Jim Suplex. A sonic web of noise is soon grasping ears through his and Emma Leaning’s guitars whilst a gloriously throaty bass sound is conjured by Dan Suplex amidst the wicked swipes of drummer JD Kickdrum. The track is pure attitude, like early Damned merging with The Sonics, and instant slavery.

The album’s title track comes next, it too a concussive explosion of sound but this time infusing honky-tonk piano, blues rock spicing, and garage rock ‘n roll devilry into its mix of raw sixties and seventies rock ‘n’ roll. Flames of brass only add to the theatre of the muggy scenery as too the gritty backing vocals of Emma behind Jim’s raw incitement. As its predecessor, the track has ears and appetite lustful, a success 14 Inches of Fist relentlessly achieves from first song to last.

Cover_RingMaster Review   Set It On Fire has limbs scything through air next with seventies punk antagonism meets psych rock contagion, its guitars and brass a resourceful scorching, whilst Wild Love invites naughty deeds with a Rocket From the Crypt meets Dick Venom and the Terrortones infestation of sound. Both tracks are ridiculously compelling persuasive yet find themselves outshine by the outstanding Firing Line. The song is manna for the ears and heart, its Mighty Mighty Bosstones like opening alone igniting the instincts to party before rhythms provide a jungle of unstoppable temptation frequented by wonderful squirts of sax. They develop into subsequent deranged toxicity further in, colluding with a just as rigorously arousing web of guitar and bass enterprise. As ever like a side show barker, Jim adds his vocal stirring to the mix for one slice of irreverent creative alchemy.

Fifties inspired and seventies coloured rock ’n’ roll gets the Atomic Suplex corruption next, the raw and caustic devilment of S. U. P. L. E. X. a tempest of sonic and vocal raucousness pierced by melodic bait and fiery hooks. It is less than a minute and a half of catchy mayhem before Two Girls flirts like a punk incarnation of The Shangri-las tutored by The Rezillos. As all songs though, air is raw, sound scuzzy, and the encounter as abrasive as it is virulent, and again thrilling.

   J.D. Attack pounds the senses like the bastard son of a Showaddywaddy and Reverend Horton Heat union, its thumping rhythms and heavyweight brawl of sound one party you know would welcome gate crashers with devilish relish whilst the corrosively scarring Ass Tecnica is noise punk knavery which, as in the previous song, twists anything from surf and r&b to garage rock into its ravenous bellow. The pair unsurprisingly leave exhaustion and exhilaration in their wake, as too the eighteen second punk assault of No Pain No Gain, a song more than backing up its title.

Like The Cramps meets The Mobbs, You’ve Got Some Nerve has the body throwing moves hips were surely not made for across its forty odd seconds, a wonderful physical test followed by some respite through the hex that is Pancho. Sultry sax caresses ears initially though in no time it is joined by a wall of sonic intrigue and adventure which has a whiff of Oh! Gunquit to it. Continuing to spill funky hooks, searing grooves, and a garage bred invention; the song is as psychotic as it is clear infection, and another pinnacle of a very lofty landscape to Fourteen Inches of Fist.

Chicken Rich is a ragtime hued haunt seeded in the past which descends into anarchy the further its nostalgia persists whilst closing track White Shoes is quite simply incendiary rock ‘n’ roll which manages to spin a tapestry suggesting everyone from Billy Haley to The Cramps, King Salami and The Cumberland 3 to Turbonegro, and Screaming Jay Hawkins to Johnny Thunders within its epidemic of unbridled energy and senses inflaming rock ‘n’ roll.

Fourteen Inches of Fist is one of the best real and organic rock ‘n’ roll album this year and of a few before, maybe the best, and Atomic Suplex the one band you were meant to lose your sanity with.

Fourteen Inches of Fist is available now via Dirty Water Records on 12” vinyl, CD, and digitally.

RingMaster 25/08/2015

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The Slytones – Shake The Cage

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There is no precise way to describe the rich sound of The Slytones and no way to stop it crawling under the skin and enslaving the psyche. This has been proven over previous releases but is at its most seductive and darkly magnetic in new single Shake The Cage. The song and the accompanying Thomas Thumb making up the release cast a kaleidoscope of ravenous flavours, styles, and warped imagination whilst their characters are as relevant to the carnival as they are to voodoo bred escapades. They both epitomise the heart of The Slytones sound whilst simultaneously creating their own new and unique imagination romancing adventures.

The British band began as a trio, expanding its line-up over time whilst quickly alluring keen appetites with their The Psychedelic Sounds of EP in 2011. It is fair to say that the Brighton hailing sextet of Ashley Edwards (vocals/guitar), Bradley Wescott (lead guitar), Chip Phillips (vocals/keys), Freddie Hills (drums), Chris Warren (vocals/bass), and Robin O’Keeffe (percussion) have drawn comparisons, in an attempt to describe their sound, as broad in the diversity of bands as the mix of ingredients colluding to ignite their individual incitements. There are few bands which can conjure such variety within a single song let alone a whole release, but as Shake The Cage proves it is child’s play to The Slytones.

The striking of a match sparks a fanfare of enticement, its blowing out the trigger to a feisty stomp built on ska clipped riffs and jazz seeded swing. Keys and guitars instantly have feet and hips involved whilst the dark tones of the bass along with the infectious hooks, simply work on the imagination. The track continues to stroll along with 12 Stone Toddler/ Mynie Moe like devilry, a flowing torrent of unpredictability lighting up and bewitching from every move taken before it all gets turned on its head for a garage rock prowl reminiscent of Th’ Legendary shack Shakers. Grisly barker like vocals leads the fresh parade of sinister carnival-esque flirtation, keys and rhythms an insatiable romp in the shadow soaked shuffle now toying with ears and brewing even thicker enjoyment. All the time the song is still weaving a virulent swing and psychotic drama, every passing minute an adventure of individual design with superbly woven styles but always leading back to the rich contagion of its original psych kissed and energetically rabid swing.

As if one irresistible treat was not enough, Thomas Thumb brings its own maze of ingenuity in sound and invention. Opening with a gospel seeded dose of harmonies and ambience around the leading edge of the main vocals and narrative, the song subsequently opens into mystique lined psychedelic scenery brimming with creative theatre and picturesque tempting. Like a blend of The Doors, Arthur Brown, Rocket From The Crypt, and Tankus The Henge, the song swarms over ears with invasive magnetism, every touch a slight evolution from the last before the track bursts into a sturdy garage rock canter which steers towards a Queens Of The Stone Age meets Faith No More/6:33 devilment.

Both tracks are glorious, a must for anyone with a taste for avant-garde and psychedelically warped adventure, but songs which flow with a natural and skilfully infectious, and wonderfully unpredictable, waltz. The Slytones is a carnival of invention, mischief, and most of all unstoppable fun so do yourself a favour and check them and especially Shake The Cage out.

Shake The Cage is out now.

Dates for The Slytones and Moulettes tour this September! :

16th September                   Southport                     Atkinson

17th September                   St Helens                       Citadel

18th September                   Halifax                           Square Chapel

19th September                     Morecambe                  Hothouse

20th September                   Ramsbotton Festival   Manchester

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Strings Of Atlas – In A Better World EP

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Strings Of Atlas is a “psychedelic urban punk band”, a labelling which presumably comes from either the band or someone pushing them and their new encounter, In A Better World EP. It is a tag which sort of fits and does not, but one label that does is simply that the El Paso bred Strings Of Atlas is one mighty fine rock ‘n’ roll incitement. The band’s sixth studio and latest offering is our introduction to the duo of singer/songwriter Atlas Cage (vocals, guitar, bass, drums) and former Archetyped bassist Ed C., and the first feeling, after being gripped by strong enjoyment, is that we have been missing out. Consisting of five tracks which whip up attention and appetite with increasing success, the EP is a thumping treat of an encounter. Not one to re-invent the boundaries of rock music but certainly one to give it a new tasty prod.

Since forming, Strings of Atlas has opened for such artists as Nick McGalis and Guitar Slim, whilst their music has graced a trio of short films and the soundtrack of the movie, The Edison Bomb. As mentioned and according to the press release for the EP, In A Better World is release number six from the band and for us potentially the one to awaken a new broad spotlight upon their stirring sound.

Strings Of Atlas - In A Better World Album Cover_RingMaster Review     The EP opens with Burning Days and a spicy web of grooves aligned to punchy beats. It is a strongly alluring start which hits another level once the striking tones of Cage join the affair. His voice reminds of Dicky Barrett from The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and once it unites with the already potent sounds brewing up in the song, a nice whiff of Rocket From the Crypt emerges. It is an essence which only gets stronger within subsequent songs on the EP. His guitar play is just as magnetic too, riffs and hooks laying down nothing particularly spectacular yet everything comes with a craft and instinct to it which is virulently infectious. The song continues to get feet and imagination involved before making way for its equally potent successor.

The second song is the EP’s title track, and like the first it grabs instant focus, this time with a sultry blues toned coaxing complete with soulful melodies and vocal persuasion. The song’s steady and enticing stroll continues to smoulder and sizzle, and though it does not have the imposing snap of its predecessor, the track is one lingering slice of fiery enterprise.

As strong as its first two tracks are though, In A Better World kicks up another gear from The Way You Don’t Love on. The third proposal is an incendiary slab of garage and melodic rock, that RFTC whisper entwining with a great sixties spicing springing thoughts of bands like The Kinks and The Who to mind. Loaded with an additional snarl and a breed of punkish attitude which can only give an extra spark to any rock ‘n’ roll stomp, the song perfectly hits the spot, though as it outshines the previous song it is in turn eclipsed by the following Odyssey. The feisty stomp is glorious, a cauldron of rebellious riffs and rhythms wrapped in a gripping mesh of guitar and bass tenacity, each casting contagious hooks and a predacious air. Again vocally Cage has full attention, stirring things up as potently as the sounds around him with the result one outstanding rock roar.

The release is concluded by A Light In The Dark, a rousing and tantalising seduction of psych rock and melodic punk, again predominantly recalling The Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Rocket From the Crypt whilst sculpting its own distinct and irresistible romp of anthemic rock ‘n’ roll.

Co-Produced by Charles Godfrey, In A Better World sets the wheels in motion for a far keener and expansion spotlight on the band. Strings Of Atlas have certainly now caught and chained our attention and it is hard to imagine us being a lone new recruit to this potential drenched and thoroughly enjoyable band.

The In A Better World EP is available now on Amazon and iTunes or @

RingMaster 17/07/2015

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The Graveltones – Love Lies Dying

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If the Devil had his own band it would definitely be The Graveltones, though we suspect the horned one has his dark seduction running through the band’s new hellacious slab of dark rock ‘n’ roll posing as new album Love Lies Dying anyway. The thirteen track hex on ears and passions is the most virulent and incendiary roar of devilish blues rock and dirt clad rock you are likely to hear this, last, or next year, a satanic bargain promising not its but your soul to the dark side.

In a time of some exceptional rock duos, The Graveltones stand boldly to the fore thanks to the creative and musical union of the Australian bred, UK based pair of vocalist/guitarist Jimmy O. and drummer Mikey Sorbello. The band emerged in late 2011, a subsequent adventure resulting from their meeting in London’s Tin Pan Alley and a mutual love of artists as diverse as Captain Beefheart, Howlin Wolf, John Lee Hooker and Queen Of The Stone Age. 2013 debut album Don’t Wait Down stirred up greedy attention and a new wave of lustful fans for their fiery and unique sound whilst live the band was soon sharing tours and stages with the likes of Rival Sons, The Temperance Movement, Boss Hoss, Monster Truck, and Cadillac Three, as well as playing a seriously successful slot at that year’s Download. As impressive as the album was, it was just the first step to the majestic rock alchemy that is Love Lies Dying, an encounter revealing the band and its sound as the inescapable real deal.

The devilment opens with World On A String, a track emerging with a heavy stride of rhythms and a thick blues soaking of riffs. From the first breath it also has a punk belligerence to its character, an attitude which fuels vocals and adds edge to the wine of grooves igniting its anthemic canvas. Like Rocket From The Crypt meets The Black Keys at a salacious stomp hosted by US duo In The Whale, a description which closest fits the whole of Love Lies Dying, the track is pure addictive rock ‘n’ roll setting the whole intoxicating riot off in contagious style.

love-lies-dying_Reputation Radio/RingMaster Review   The invigorating revelry continues just as masterfully in the following Fancy Things, its rhythmic bones bordering on predatory as they bounce on the senses as the guitar sprays flames of melodic spicing. With vocals emulating both aspects with a mix of both intimidating rapacity and infectious temptation, the song brews up an irrepressible stomp around the tangiest of grooves; a template emulated in This Love Is Gonna Break, though the song with colourful keys provided by Carl Hudson walks a more sixties garage rock kind of landscape. It is just as much punk and rock pop too, its cauldron of merciless temptation and a chorus even the dead would be unable to refuse, simply irresistible.

Things take on a slightly more shadowy turn with Running To You next, its scuzzy blues hues and catchy rhythmic bait something close to a stalking of ears, though with a mischief in those same beats and the great vocal dynamics, the song is as vivaciously light as it is menacingly toned. Once more imagination and appetite are inflamed, and four songs in it is fair to say that lustful greed is in the equation too, all swiftly encouraged and fed further by both Never Gonna Let You Go and Can’t Tell A Man. The first of the two is the band’s current single and a little fuzz pit of riffs and searing grooves badgered by another vital rhythmic trap. The song is stirring up major attention for the band and album right now and easy to see why as its creative agitation and frenetic enterprise is just punk ’n’ roll slavery. It pounds the senses as it embroils thoughts and emotions in inventive mayhem, leaving the listener exhausted and alive. Its successor is more of a smoulder in comparison; its fiery blues melodies bourbon running around jabbing beats and the ever expressive and increasingly magnetic tones of Jimmy. It is a barroom croon, sweat and liquor fumes as pungent as the emotive hues of voice and guitar, and just addictive.

In The Throes is of a similar proposal to the previous song, but less dirty and more restrained as it flirts with ears through acidic grooves and rebellious beats. Both songs bring strong variety to the album too, another good essence within Love Lies Dying, and indeed within this track alone things are a perpetual evolution as it gets heavier and darker before making way for the outstanding I’m A Ghost. Like The Stones reincarnated as Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers, the track is a maze of hypnotic beats and vocal incitement but flush with delicious surf punk imagination and garage rock resourcefulness. The song is exceptional, one of numerous pinnacles within the album but another which is sure fire manna for new ears as an introduction to release and band.

Surf seduction reeks in the haunting croon of Back To You too, the mesmeric dark balladry carrying a Nick Cave like hue to its melancholic embrace whilst Kiss And Fuck Off is psychotic brilliance shaped as a psyche/noise rock predation. Ripe with deranged imagination and masterful discordance, not forgetting rhythmic disturbance, the song forcibly hits the sweet spot which Come And Find Me stirs up even more with its aggressive and commanding rumble. Riffs snarl with alluring causticity whilst beats with a more controlled purpose prowl fuzzy air, contrasting elements uniting perfectly as the song twists and turns through varied creative scenery, including a passage of QOTSA like grooving.

Upcoming single Big Money steps forward next, slowly crawling over ears and imagination with boozy melodic vines with vocals from Jimmy to match. The relaxed percussive courting of Mikey is just as enticing, becoming punchier when the song erupts in a furnace of intensity and impassioned energy from time to time. It is not maybe the most obvious of single, compared to others within the album, but its smoulder is intensive and persuasion a lingering potency so that the song joins the major peaks of Love Lies Dying.

Together Again brings everything to a close, its low key melancholic finale a blues rock hug to drift off with until the urge to start the album all over again, which to be honest is a matter of seconds. Someone elsewhere said that The Graveltones have come of age with Love Lies Dying and you can only agree as the album song by song establishes itself as one of the thrilling irresistible proposals of 2015. There is still the feeling though that this, like its predecessor, is only a step towards even greater glories, an excitement as powerful as that bred by the album itself.

Love Lies Dying and latest single Never Gonna Let You Go are out now via Lagoon Dog Records @ New single Big Money will be released in July.

RingMaster 11/06/2015

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The Twin Dracula – Death Is Our Client


Bred from a punk rock seeding, the sound of UK rockers The Twin Dracula just seems to get broader and more flavoursome with every release and that is without losing the snarl and aggressive passion which marked out their first offering just over eighteen month ago. The band recently unleashed third EP Death Is Our Client and it is not too far from the mark to say that British punk ‘n’ roll has rarely sounded as creatively expansive and violently imposing as the tracks which ignite the excellent encounter.

Formed in 2012, the British quartet grabbed, like a great many, our attention with their debut release, which was simply called Introducing when released in 2013. It was a raw roar of hardcore causticity rich in potential and strong on antagonistic craft. Its successor TTD​/​GFY not only reinforced that first potent impression and appetite for the band’s sound, but showed new adventure and invention which Death Is Our Client has taken to new impressive pastures. Sculpted on the inspirations of bands such as Kid Dynamite, Wipers, Rocket From The Crypt, Propagandhi, and The Bronx, the band’s music is a brawling contagion which takes no prisoners yet treats them like guests once ears and attention have been enslaving, offering always and especially on the new encounter something seriously special.

First track Nom De Plume is simply a ravishing sonic blaze of temptation from its first breath, guitars abrasing ears with addictive riffing punctured by just as forceful beats. It is soon in full a0584789698_2swing though with grooves and hooks as virulent And potent as the inviting scrub of guitar energy around them. Once vocals bring a flame of melodic toxicity into the picture, energy rises to a high and attitude becomes confrontational but still the song is nothing less than contagious provocation. That Rocket From The Crypt spicing is a loud whisper in the song but equally a breeze of Ghost of a Thousand and Reuben like fury is adding its potency to the riotous blaze of sound and intensity.

It is a commanding and breath-taking start swiftly emulated and surpassed by the infectiousness and hostility of rebellious Occultimate Warrior. Again a ridiculously compelling and nastily catchy offering from its opening second, the track also explores a web of addictive hooks and anthemic ferocity vocally and sonically. It all combines to cast the most antagonistic and irresistible seduction which leaves ears smarting and emotions lustful. Hardcore punk comes in varying shapes and colours as more imaginative bands emerge to charge its boundaries, and on the evidence of this song alone, but backed rigorously by its companions, The Twin Dracula is there to the fore leading this fresh investment in the scene.

The closing Newtown Jazz Revival is almost funky in comparison to its predecessor, opening with the darkest and most delicious bassline heard for a while. Its lure is courted by abrasing riffs and jabbing beats which soon expel their fullest weight and tenacity to add to an already captivating persuasion. The song proves to be a mellower encounter than the other two songs on the EP, vocally cleaner harmonic vocals aligning to warm melodic acidity and endeavour. It does not stop the song growling with a grouchy breath and provocative nature though as the band unveils yet another adventurous twist and aspect to their gripping sound.

Introducing had us excited and its successor even more thrilled, but Death Is Our Client feels like a whole new ball game in so many ways, which leaves anticipation for what comes next from the band and acclaim upon them brimming.

Death Is Our Client is available now on CD through Crucial Taunt @ and digitally @

RingMaster 22/01/2015

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Dope Body – Lifer


In covering Natural History, the previous album from US noise sculptors Dope Body, we boldly declared the band as ‘without doubt one of the most exciting bands in music right now’. Returning with its successor Lifer, the Baltimore quartet has done nothing to change or dispel that declaration. The release is a glorious and voracious maelstrom of invention as now expected from the band, but also one with another open twist in the evolution of Dope Body’s sound. Certainly Lifer is the band’s most rock ‘n’ roll release to date, raw and attractively abrasive, but within tracks and sounds are as dramatically eclectic as ever.

Formed in 2008 for originally just a one off show, Dope Body soon saw and found their sound stirring up the local scene and its passions. Early releases via HOSS Records drew potent attention but it was Natural History, released as the new album through Drag City, which widely announced the band as one of the more original and creatively warped fresh breaths in modern music. Between albums the band has feverishly toured and played shows before seeing the latter part of last year out taking time focussing on other endeavours, bassist John Jones on his solo project Nerftoss and guitarist Zachary Utz and drummer David Jacober with their two piece band Holy Ghost Party, whilst vocalist Andrew Laumann turned to his visual arts side and exhibited work at the Galerie Jeanrochdard in Paris, the Pre Teen Gallery in Mexico City, and Signal in Brooklyn. This year though soon saw the foursome back together in the studio and with producer Travis Harrison creating what is another stirring encounter from them.

The album opens with Intro, an instrumental with carnival-esque vivacity and mischief to the gripping rhythmic juggling of Jacober and scuzz bred tenacity of guitar. It is a great raucous start to the album, instantly unveiling some of the varied rock ‘n’ roll seeded essences to be explored across the release. The piece subsequently slips seamlessly into Repo Man and its opening slow caress and shadowed crawl. Right away the distinct tones of Laumann entice and flirt with ears before raging to match the increased intensity and aggression of the music. It is a captivating track which has as much an air of Nirvana to it as it does The Stooges. In hindsight it is a steady opener to the album in many ways, a raw encounter which as the album, holds a real live feel to its touch and breath, but proves to be just a taster of greater things to come.

That stronger potency grips ears and imagination right away with Hired Gun. From a deliciously acidic web of sonic revelry, the song strides out with a garage punk energy and causticity, though it is still prone to the great scythes of sound liferwhich opened up the encounter. Taunting senses with a devilish swagger and punkish rabidity, the track is a transfixing slice of noise rock, but as expected from the band only part of the story as seductive surf rock sultriness and rhythmic tantalising emerges before a fiery finale. From this song the album really takes unpredictable and diverse shape, the following Echo sauntering through ears with a smouldering blues climate aligned to garage punk turbulence. Like Tom Petty plays The Cramps, the song is an enthralling croon with tendencies to expel caustic ferocity as it makes another step up towards the album’s highest peaks.

They come in the next clutch of songs, starting with AOL. A brawling slab of blazing hard and punk rock incitement, whispers of The Clash and Melvins hinting away, the track comes loaded with lingering grooves and biting hooks for a relatively brief but scintillating roar. It sets ears and emotions up perfectly for the even richer triumph of Rare Air. A song which kind of bridges this and the last album, it emerges from a metronomic coaxing lined with a ridiculously infectious sonic tempting. Instantly there is a post punk emprise to the song, bass and guitars flirting with a mix of Joy Division, Tones On Tails, and John Foxx led Ultravox breeding. It is a gripping adventure with Laumann as vocally enterprising as the tapestry of sounds and textures around him. The pinnacle of the album, the song alone reasserts Dope Body as the imaginative masters of sonic and noise alchemy.

Straight away confirming that point, the dark seductive Day by Day steps forward next. With a heavily shadowed bass resonance spotted by sonic elegance making the first gentle touch, the track forcibly intrigues and entices senses and imagination, increasing its lure and potency as it gathers pace to craft a Bauhaus like tension and presence. That increase in energy also brings a funky gait and appetite to the song, which in turn leads to squalling clouds of scuzz lined ferocity and garage rock devilry. With a pinch of psychobilly and a dab of old school rock ‘n’ roll too, the song takes the listener through scenery of explosive invention and bold creative mischief, all persistently cored by the irresistible throaty bassline which kicked it all off.

Toy strides purposefully across ears next to return the album to another boiling garage punk/grunge soiled stomp, engaging ears in a dusty rampage of Rocket From The Crypt meets Damn Vandals like irreverence. As everywhere though, references only give a slight idea of something uniquely Dope Body, the band forging new templates and imagination smothering ingenuity at every turn, proof of course immediately coming forward through the pair of Nu Sensation and I’d Say to You . The first of the two is another multi-flavoured rocker, seemingly embracing every corner and era of rock ‘n’ roll to give birth to an uncompromising and inescapably addictive rock devilry, whilst its successor is a torrent of repetitive hooks and lingering grooves as catchy as the common cold and sneakily lingering.

The album is closed by the striking Even In the End, a song opening on another skilfully conjured rhythmic contagion before spreading its melodic and atmospheric tendrils into a progressive terrain of bracing sonic invention and immersive dark shadows. Within that landscape though, guitars and beats unleash imaginative and lively agitation whilst vocals range from slow drawls to raging emotion. It is an absorbing exploration bringing the outstanding release to a mighty close.

Lifer is not a step forward in quality for Dope Body but a side step from Natural History into similarly impressive and individual waters. The excitement brought by a Dope Body encounter continues and the band grows in stature once more.

Lifer is available via Drag City now.

RingMaster 23/10/2014

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