77 – Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll

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    Band name and album title does not hint at but immediately tells you exactly what you are getting into once you climb on board with the new stomp from Spanish rockers 77. Their album Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll is bred, sculpted, and delivered in seventies hard rock revelry but one which offers a fresh take on the nostalgia pushing adventure whilst wearing its inspirational heart on its muscular sleeves. The ten track release is not the fuse to heated blazes in the passions but it certainly romps along with confidence and accomplished mischief to make an encounter which lingering friendship with is a given.

Formed by brothers Armand (vocals and guitar) and LG Valeta (lead guitar), 77 has earned a fine and eagerly offered reputation for their easy to access sounds. With Dolphin (drums) and Raw (bass) completing the line-up, the band release their third album on the back of the acclaimed High Decibels. The new album continues the passion driven creatively instinctive bruisings the band has come renowned for whilst slipping in some new spicery and exploration, though ultimately the Listenable Records released offering feeds expectations rather than avoids them. It is not an album to leave you opened mouthed in awe and surprise but definitely it teases and takes ears on a feisty fun ride, which is always welcomed.

     Produced by Fred Estby and Nicke Andersson, Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll lets rip with its title track, the song instantly loadingnoname up on the ear with honest unfussy rock riffs and a tempting if familiar hook. The vocals of Armand ‘croon’ in   a pleasing if expected style whilst the group clad anthemic chorus soon has the voice joining the already engaged feet in the simple yet infectious opener. It is a song you know before you have heard it but still makes for a satisfying introduction which sets down the template for the upcoming party.

Both the following Don’t You Scream and Down and Dirty continue the eager start, the first with a taunting groove and additional blues kissed teasing from LG around another irresistibly contagious chorus whilst the second gets down on the liquor soaked blues floor and slowly, in comparison to its predecessors, singes the senses with continually to impress guitar enterprise, though each expulsion of its invention seems to be over before it and the listener has time to draw breath.  The pair hit the spot without dodging assumptions of what is coming but such the craft and passion in their veins it is hard not to enlist in their persuasion.

Highway Rebel passes by next without igniting any real flicker of energy in the passions for an admittedly strongly designed if uneventful presence before handing ears over to the album’s pinnacle. Jazz It Up is a delicious stroll, a track from its first note courting a swagger which has song and band swinging their wares with a wantonness that is pure addiction. The insatiable grooves have hips in their naughty hands throughout whilst the melodic blues toxicity conjured by LG is icing on a very tasty resourceful cake.

The swamp air of Stay Away From Water makes an excellent start to its arrival, a deltas blues essence washing over the ear which leads to a slight disappointment when the song clears its climate to present another clean rock ’n’ roll offering. Into its stride though the track proves itself to be another contagious, tempered charge through happy to accept ears whilst its successors You Bore Me and Take Me or Leave Me create their own equally appealing blues filtered temptations, the first of the two featuring LG on lead vocals. Neither provides anything truly new to get the imagination around but both enslave a healthy appetite and depth of passion for their smouldering suasion. They might not, like the album, have emotions raging but they definitely have strong appreciation swerving with eagerness to the grooves and enterprise offered.

Virtually Good and 16 Year-Old King complete the album, the pair the weakest songs on show yet still able to engage a more than happy to return appetite from thoughts and feelings. Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll gives exactly what it says on the tin and a sound rich for the attention of fans of bands such as AC/DC, Rose Tattoo, and Status Quo. 77 is a rock ‘n’ roll band and that is the tall and short of it, an intent which only gives satisfaction.

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7/10

RingMaster 12/12/2013

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The Terraces – Extra Time

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Bringing forth the original breath of punk rock aligned to the voice of the people and their rebellious streets, The Terraces stand as one of the truest and undiluted bands snarling from within the genre. The Australia based quartet offers no diluted narratives and passions but the voice and energy of truth, the common man, and football grounds. Following their acclaimed and impressive self-titled debut album the band now unleash the Extra Time EP, consisting of six insatiable and belligerent slaps on the chops of society.

Hailing from the UK and the suburbs of Melbourne, the foursome of vocalist Gary Buckley (ex-One Way System founder member and bass player), guitarist/vocalist Dean Tsolondres, bassist Stephen King (ex-Rose Tattoo), and drummer Henry Hollingsworth are hitting the UK with their Punks of Mother England tour alongside Electric River as you read this which follows up a successful debut tour across the country last December including the band supporting Cock Sparrer and Rancid. With the album and now new EP giving more fuel to a greater anthemic fire for their live shows expectations that the band will elevate to the top favourites of UK punks and the worldwide echelons of the genre are hard to suppress.

The Blast Records released EP opens up with the industrial sound of the street which breeds an introduction for Britannia of jangling 945042_10151540814527794_709494224_npungent riffs and equally rich expressive vocals from Buckley. Soon into its stride with the guitar of Tsolondres lighting sonic flames across the muscular stance, the track takes no time to make its call on thoughts and voice, enlisting their assistance in the contagious chorus whilst feet dance to the tune of the contagious hooks and thumping rhythms. Carrying a UK Subs lilt to its sinews and Dropkick Murphys breath to its attitude the song is instantaneous addictive bait from band and release.

The following Who You Looking At stomps from its first second, the persistent groove carrying a whisper of the Sweet to its swagger, honestly, whilst the oi bred romp from its heart merges Sham 69 and Cock Sparrer whilst being honed into something distinctly The Terraces. It is an infection clad bruise which bounces with the passions in tow leading to a climax which instantly brings up spices of The Saints and The Outcasts to its snapping invention.

Billy opens with an undefined familiarity, its invitation recognisable but impossible to pin down whilst elevating the persuasive lure of the song to greater depths. Like The Living End meets Serious Drinking, the track shifts and twists its drive through to the emotions and thoughts, the guitar crafting a fiery web veined by punchy rhythms and stalked by the husky laced scowling vocals of Buckley who certainly here with the sounds offers a Mensi (Angelic Upstarts) feel. The song completes three brand new songs on the EP and is the best of the trio though all only confirm the rising stature of the band whilst heightening the appetite upon them.

Next comes an exceptional cover of The Clash classic Complete Control, and though it is fair to say the band do not muck around with it too much they deliver a thrilling and fresh take on the track without losing any of its toxic declaration. Injected with extra adrenaline and spite it is old school majesty thrust into the antagonistic selfishness of the now to emerge as a renovated anthem for today which despite the power and quality of the rest of the songs steals top honours.

The final pair of songs are two which have been revisited by the band, though neither Care About Nothing nor The Hustler leap out as having had a major overhaul from their album appearance. Both stomp and nudge the passions into another riot of energy and greedy union, the first a barracking prowl with blues flair to the guitar flames and predation to the rhythmic and vocal chest prodding and the closing song simply pure contagion, riffs and hooks taunting and dancing on the ear whilst the group vocals open up another virulently infectious reaping of limbs and voice from which resistance is futile. Reminding of Dirt Box Disco it is the perfect end to an exciting reminder of how good this band is.

If The Terraces have yet to feel your feet, attitude, and energy romping alongside them then Extra Time is the perfect turn-style into their honest punk rock arms.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 15/08/2013

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My Dynamite: Self Titled

Blending a fluid and energetic mix of hard rock, blues, soul and classic rock, the self titled debut album from Australian rockers My Dynamite is a treat for all craving straight forward but fresh rock n roll. Lively and honest the album ticks all the boxes of strong and easily accessible rock music whilst offering familiar flavours and sounds brought right up to date.

The quartet of Pat Carmody (vocals, harp), Jorge Balas (guitar), Benny Wolf (guitar), Travis Fraser (bass), and Simon Aarons (drums) use inspirations from the likes of The Faces, Black Crowes and The Stones with deep spices of classic rock found in the likes of Led Zeppelin to fuel their own creativity. It makes for songs which are instantly engaging and easy to find an attachment with. They do not venture into unknown fields but re-invigorate the musical tools laid down in history to great effect. The sharing of stages with bands such as The Screaming Jets and Rose Tattoo has alerted and drawn in the attention of their homeland and now with their debut it is not hard to imagine a wider set focus coming their way.

The basic premise to My Dynamite and their songs is to have a good time though they do not resort to obvious easy lyrical pickings singing only about booze, women and getting down to shake bits. The songs come with passion and emotions as prevalent as the urge to hang loose and it makes for an infectiously pleasing and at times raucous fun. Opener Take It Or Leave It is a perfect example, the vocals of Carmody bringing a delivery and lyric seemingly personal and emotive over a flowing weave of excited riffs, sharp melodic play and a pulsating bassline. With added keys sweeping warmly through the fine breeze of rock sounds the track is an easy companion for the ear especially with the teasing harp play from the vocalist.

The following Inside Out brings a more expressive and tempered energy to its heart, the track a blues soaked piece of songwriting finery, whilst the next in line If We’re Livin’ ignites boosters again to please the ear with a feistier breath and intent. Within the three songs you have a sure understanding and expectation of what the band and album offers. There are no real surprises from here on in but plenty of enjoyable and catchy tunes to have fun with.

Tracks like Dirty Game, the emotion wringing slow walking Singing Stormy Weather, and Big Attraction with its excellent melodic poise and fiery veins of guitar and keys invention, continue the eager easy to get along with sounds. There is never a point on the release where one is distracted by the outside world or feeling the urge to swiftly move on, the appealing welcoming of the music consistent.

Highlights of the album come in the excellent pair of songs Raise Your Glasses and the closing Fork In Your Tongue. The first is quite simply an irrepressible urge to party and as the title suggests it is no black tie event. Anthemic and mischievous one can imagine the track is a big favourite at live shows and vision a swell of bodies unleashed to the song. The band leaves the best to last and it is easily the biggest glory on the release. Fork In Your Tongue is a hypnotic heart stealing roughed up slice of blues. Mesmeric in the extreme and rigorously infectious it puts the other strong tracks in the shade, its electric scuzz lilt igniting energies and aural tensions to give distinct pleasure and draw an instinctive attention.

Without conjuring up brand new ventures My Dynamite has produced an album which will be a rich feast for all those genre loving fans. For those with tastes further afield there is still plenty on the album to find a fun time with even if as a enjoyable passing moment.

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RingMaster 15/06/2012

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