Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions – Shit Generation

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As news that the next always highly anticipated Dirt Box Disco album is scheduled for a 2017 release, thoughts eagerly reflect on the fact that we now have a whole year to bask in and romp with the new and just as eagerly awaited Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions full-length. The side but equally essential and compelling project of DBD guitarist/co-songwriter Spunk Volcano, the band has already become one of Britain’s punk favourites through their previous EP and album, but with Shit Generation they have hit a whole new plateau with a sound revealing bigger and broader rock ‘n’ roll shoulders to cast energy inciting punk rock incitements from.

Bursting into view in 2014 with a self-titled EP, Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions quickly showed a more old school punk rock tone and ferocity to the band’s music compared to the anthemic punk ‘n’ roll of his ‘day job’. It was a boisterous and bruising flavouring which later that year helped drive debut album Injection into a waiting horde of greedy hearts and appetites within the UK punk scene. It also began revealing the variation to the band’s sound which did not have quite the room to show its prowess in the EP. Within Shit Generation it is in full flow, relishing the broad landscape of the songwriting. It is still prime punk rock, but bred with an array of anthemic twists and turns loaded with the spice of many flavours.

Alongside lead vocalist Spunk, The Eruptions consists of DBD colleagues in bassist/vocalist Deadbeatz Chris and drummer/vocalist Maff Fazzo, lead guitarist/vocalist Ste Lingard (Flat Back Four), and guitarist/vocalist Tom G Force Batterbee. Together they have created a tour-de-force of rock ‘n’ roll with Shit Generation, it getting off to a rousing and compelling start with Massive Mistake Masterclass. Fair to say, the opener had these ears from its first second, a grouchy bassline and equally gnarly riff instant seduction as jabbing beats move in alongside Spunk’s vocal introduction. In short time, the track is a blaze of aggression and incitement, a Stooges like flame colluding with the predatory nature of the song and its subsequently emerging melodic shimmer of a flirtation.

SHIT GENERATION - COVER_RingMasterReviewARTIt is a storming entrance into the album which is matched by its title track straight after. Mixing strains of garage and hard rock into its seventies punk toned defiance, the song as the first, has feet and voice involved in no time, a quality all tracks present with unwavering success as shown by the outstanding XR3. This is a track all certain car owners are obliged to blast out whilst on the road. It is a web of gripping grooves and emotions arousing vocals and simply another best friend in waiting within the release. Within the first four words of its chorus, vocal participation is a given, a quality which is repeated throughout Shit Generation as shown by DNA Failure and after that Send The Boys Round. The first of the two stomps in on another virulent chorus built on band chants; that same infectiousness infesting verse and the tenacious song’s cantankerous punk ‘n’ roll confrontation whilst the second uncages even thicker aggressive sinews to sculpt a heavy rock spawned challenge.

TV God reveals a glorious nagging on the senses with its predacious riffs and rhythms, the bass alone irresistible animosity. The song relaxes its intimidation a touch as Spunk brings in the narrative, raising it again to greater toxicity for yet another enslaving roar soaked chorus within the album. Immediately installing it as a favourite amongst favourites, it still gets eclipsed in ears and emotions by X Factor and its declaration of something we have all voiced with zeal over the past decade alone. As the diversity in sound has expanded between releases, so has the potency and design of the hooks gripping attention. The band has never been lightweight in that department, but as this song shows, Spunk and co have honed their invention into something as intrusive and lingering as a virus.

Through the feisty pop punk infused romancing of Tattoo and the snarling Motorhead-esque rampancy of Fist Fights, band and album has limbs flinging and throats bursting whilst Satisfaction Guaranteed brings a crabby yet fiercely catchy punk ‘n’ roll badgering into play before Shut Up Or Fuck Off takes control. From its first breath, the track is a brawly proposition; sonically fractious and quickly backed up by quarrelsome tones from the vocals. Of course allegiance is a given by the time the contagiously pugnacious chorus arrives and imagination seized by the wiry classic rock lined sonic enterprise which spreads throughout.

For all the might of each and every song, favourite honours eventfully go to I’m Not Sure. A canvas of infection loaded hooks, sultry grooves, and again surly riffs; the song is manna for the ears. Deadbeatz’s bassline is an irritable enticement which aligns perfectly with the harmonic tone of the vocals and Maff’s ever incisive anthemic beats. Add seduction lined melodies and another flush of pop punk suggested catchiness and you have a near on perfect piece of punk rock.

The album is brought to a mighty close by firstly the equally resourceful and creatively eventful Let’s Go With Your Idea. Baiting the passions with Lemmy like spicing to an UK Subs-esque adventure, the track leaves enjoyment full to bursting and energies exhausted though no time is allowed to regroup as its successor Together Forever As Ghosts, swoops instantly on the senses with another Class-A bass lure aligned to barbarously swung beats. As the song broadens its invitation and character, keen involvement is unsurprisingly inescapable and it is hard to think of many better ways to finish up what is, from start to finish, an embracing of rock ‘n’ roll across the ages with punk passion at its core.

Shit Generation is the album that guarantees a thrilling time and proof that punk/rock ‘n’ roll is best served hard, heavy, and with adventure in its heart. We predict that 2016 will be the year of Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions.

Shit Generation is released March 17th through STP Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

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Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions embarks on the RELEASE THE BEASTS – ALBUM LAUNCH TOUR in March alongside Born To Destruct and Skurvi.

Dates are…

Sat Mar 12th – Abertillery – Dolls House

Fri Mar 18th – Cambridge – Corner House

Sat Mar 19th – Brighton – Prince Albert

Fri Mar 25th – Rotherham – Bridge Inn

Sat Mar 26th – Gateshead – The Black Bull

Sun Apr 2nd – Nottingham – The Maze

Fri Apr 8th – Birmingham – Flapper

Sat Apr 9th – Lancaster – The Yorkshire House

Pete RingMaster 01/03/2016

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Born To Destruct – Devasteight With Destruction

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There are many forces of nature, especially within punk rock and a few which really relish turning the world upside down whilst offering rich rewards for those in the way of their tempest. Destruction rock ‘n’ rollers Born To Destruct are one, a UK band which unleashes their own individual form of punk and uncompromising heavy rock in a confrontational fury of anthemic hell-raising which rouses the spirit as it bruises the senses.

Hailing from Cambridge, Born To Destruct stomped into the punk scene in 2007; formed by one of the forces of seventies punk, vocalist/guitarist Woodstock PunkRock who was returning after a decade away from performing and playing. Originally female fronted, the band soon made a potent mark live and with their contagious punk rock sound across many well-received releases. With vocalist Kat Destruct leaving to study at university, 2010 saw Woodstock take over lead vocals and a new version of Born to Destruct emerge. Further successful releases followed to back their ever potent live presence which brings us up to the now and the band’s storming new album Devasteight With Destruction. Released on the persistently impressing STP Records, the album is fifteen tracks of gloriously invasive rock ‘n’ roll to get shirty alongside, to rampage with, and to get inescapably addicted to.

Devasteight With Destruction opens with its title track, immediately laying down a grouchy lure of riffs which just as swiftly blossom into an addictive coaxing where grooves and rhythms collude to tempt and invade ears within the tow of a deliciously carnal toned bass line. Once in full cantankerous flow, the track shows itself a web of heavy and hard rock infused with punk seeded predation. It is a gripping start with the bass of Stu Spider Fingers continuing to seduce an already awoken and keen appetite as the brawly vocals of Woodstock prowl and growl.

art_RingMasterReviewThe excellent start and flavouring carries on into the raucous and cranky charge of Eufuckinphoric, where initially choppy riffs funnel into ears this time around as Woodstock adds bearish vocal weight and coaxing. The riffs and hooks of Paul Moose and guitarist Daiv Tap bite and serrate the senses with sonic hostility all the while too whilst the rhythms of drummer Jack Destruct swing with contempt. It is a unity which should send you running but instead simply whips up an impossible to resist call to arms.

All The Gear But No Idea has a slightly mellower air next, well more melodic anyway with its Generation X like spicing to grooves and an accompanying infectiousness. Around them the song barracks and presses all the right buttons in antagonistic pleasure before Lets Get Rowdy obviously does what it says on its tin. There is a touch of Crashed Out meets 4 Past Midnight to the song as well as another dose of unstoppable virulence to its seventies spiced punk ‘n’ roll uproar.

Across the hard meets punk rock blaze of Do You Wanna Know, with its great line in nagging hooks, and the thumping incitement of Release The Beasts, the album turns the screw on ears and the passions. It is always hard to say no to instinct raising, vociferous rock ‘n’ roll and both songs have it in thick abundance, the second with an extra pleasing slither of classic rock to it also. Smile comes similarly equipped, though truthfully that applies to all songs within the album. It is arguably more formula in presence than the encounters around it yet shares only the strongest persuasion and the enticement of eager participation.

The surly roistering of Sixty Seconds is next to step up, the minute long clamour leaving ears almost punch drunk from its zealous revelry whilst We Bring The Noise, as expected, again lives up to its name in physical and impassioned kind. Actually the track probably does not devour ears as forcibly expected but no complaints as it leads another moment of chest thumping enjoyment before Get Your Head In The Game becomes the inspirational ringleader to further lusty involvement, especially through its addictive chorus and vocal bellow.

You can almost feel the roar of the crowd as What A Bastard unfurls its magnetic defiance and muscular intimidation next; from title alone easy to sense becoming a fan favourite. Of course its particular brand of ear pleasing obstreperous rock does it no harm in inciting keen emotions either, a success more than echoed by the outstanding We Love It quickly after. Swinging in on a caped crusader-esque groove, in no time the track is a snarling torrent of riffs and tenacious rhythms laying the groundwork for the equally testy and rousing vocals. In your face rock ‘n’ roll does not get much better than this, though it can get matched as shown by Today, a song emerging as a personal favourite. There is a great contagious scent of The Vibrators to track, additional magnetism to its hook lined slab of near perfect punk rock. Some songs just hit the sweet spot, Today does dead centre.

The album concludes with the rollicking stomp of I’m Too Rock N Roll and finally the raw and irresistible anthem that is Destruct For You. Both tracks epitomise the tenacity and rampageous potency of Born To Destruct’s heady rock ‘n’ roll and equally the unstoppable addictiveness of the band’s album.

Though some tracks of course rise to loftier heights than others, from its first moment Devasteight With Destruction is one robustly imposing and exhilarating brawl very easy to get greedy for. Admittedly we have not come across the band’s previous offerings yet but if Devasteight With Destruction is not one of their finest moments yet, hard to believe it will not be, we have missed some other major treats.

Devasteight With Destruction is released March 17th via STP Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

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Born To Destruct embarks on the RELEASE THE BEASTS – ALBUM LAUNCH TOUR in March alongside Spunk Volcano & The Eruptions and Skurvi.

Dates are…

Sat Mar 12th – Abertillery – Dolls House

Fri Mar 18th – Cambridge – Corner House

Sat Mar 19th – Brighton – Prince Albert

Fri Mar 25th – Rotherham – Bridge Inn

Sat Mar 26th – Gateshead – The Black Bull

Sun Apr 2nd – Nottingham – The Maze

Fri Apr 8th – Birmingham – Flapper

Sat Apr 9th – Lancaster – The Yorkshire House

Pete RingMaster 01/03/2016

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Healthy Junkies – Box of Chaos

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It was September 2013 when we last had Healthy Junkies igniting ears with a release; that being their impressive second album The Lost Refuge. One of our parting lines then was that the UK had “come of age and you only sense they will get better.” It was partly right as the London quartet has only gone from strength to strength on the live scene and now with third album Box of Chaos. Their coming of age back then though might have been a touch premature for the riveting and dynamic fourteen track punk ‘n’ roll stomp from the band firmly outshines its acclaimed predecessor.

Emerging from a meeting between founders, guitarist Phil Honey-Jones and Paris hailing vocalist Nina Courson at the venue Punk in Soho in 2009 and their creative bonding over mutual loves and influences, melodic punks Healthy Junkies took little time to start leaving their stamp on the UK punk and rock scene. Making their live debut at an all-day punk festival in Brighton in 2010, the band has become a rousing roar around the UK moving into Europe and one of London’s most exciting and prominent live attractions with their self-hosted monthly night at The Unicorn in Camden a regular treat. Debut album Sick Note awoke a broader attention on the band when released, a success forcibly backed up by The Lost Refuge. Throughout the time line-up changes have only seemed to refuel the band at various times too, the latest coming since the recording of Box of Chaos with bassist Ivan Baragone replacing the departed Dave Renegade alongside Courson, Honey Jones, and drummer Tony Alda.

HJ(1)_RingMaster ReviewWhilst The Lost Refuge was a rousing tempest in ears from the first roar, Box of Chaos takes its time to build and entice even greater greedier reactions. Certainly its first play and touch is a potent lure but each listen reveals greater depths and imagination at the heart of the release which only adds to its strength and drama. There is also seemingly richer old school punk and rock ‘n’ roll hues this time around, essences no doubt bred from inspirations to Honey-Jones and Courson such as Sonic Youth, Hole, Sex Pistols, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Iggy and the Stooges, and David Bowie. One band which our thoughts most leaned to as a reference across the new album though is Penetration; a similarly evocative nature and tone to the great County Durham band spicing the band’s adventurous sound from the off with both Nice n Sleazy and its successor Never Want It Again. The opener emerges on a sonic shimmer with waiting riffs quickly stirring into predatory life as ears continue to be enveloped in that initial mist. Rhythms are soon just as pressing as Coulson’s magnetic voice seduces, her tones a smouldering caress within the rising fiery heat of the song. It is an increasingly virulent protagonist grabbing swift involvement of the listener, setting them up for more riotous stroll of Never Want It Again. It is a tenacious canter though superbly twisted with ska/like asides as rhythms and vocals flirtatiously swing with mischievous intent within the otherwise busy attitude loaded rock ‘n’ roll of the song.

Danny Trash keeps the potent start to the album in top gear, its catchy canter and haunted atmosphere soon enslaving hips and imagination respectively. As expected and already shown, Health Junkies produce choruses and anthemic moments which are inescapable; voice and body soon on board with a track which is a maze of evocative sounds, pungent emotion, and creatively boisterous exploits.

The following Hypocrite is the opposite but just as glorious, its punk rock fury offering one minute fifteen seconds of cantankerous rock ‘n’ roll with raw riffs and repetitious brawling spawned from delicious old school incitement before I Don’t Give a Damn springs with a similar aggressive heart into ears. It is soon casting another prowling proposal with addictive hooks and gripping rhythms; both swift slavery as the guitars weave a melodically provocative narrative for thoughts to get wound up in as successfully as the body is lost to the anthemic prowess of the encounter.

The more hard rock meets punk ‘n’ roll tempting of Je Suis Free is an inviting and again contagious defiance next whilst Watch Out has a blues rock lining to its infection loaded, roister fuelled smoulder. Both tracks lead the listener into energetic and galvanic ways before Rebellion, with presumably Honey-Jones standing toe to toe with Courson in duet, stirring up another urge to take a stand and lose inhibitions in voice and deed. The track is Healthy Junkies at their rock ‘n’ roll best, direct, lyrically potent, yet igniting the want to fling the body around.

The confrontational rock pop enticement of Just a Fool steps up next, it too quickly sparking total involvement before the outstanding creative theatre of Runaway Devil infests ears and psyche. There is no escaping a Siouxsie and the Banshees air to the song, keys running their melodic fingers over the senses as Courson’s ethereal tones enchant seductively around the darker touch of rhythms. In short time the track is soon a fiercely bubbling and intimidating tempting, reminding of fellow Londoners The Duel, but still with that early coaxing a rich lure.

There are numerous peaks in the landscape of the album, that one pinnacle almost matched by the dirtier rock ‘n’ roll of Hustle Street straight after and indeed the twin tempting of the melodically mesmeric Captive with its dub shimmer and the robust swagger of Don’t Give Up where scything beats, bass rumbling, and scuzzy riffery crowd around the ever alluring tones of Courson. Reggae seeded turns and again dub spiced inventiveness only increases its grip on ears and appetite, Ruts DC like imagination leaving satisfaction bulging.

Closing with D7, another spellbinding mix of evocative calms, atmospheric haunting, and vocal seducing in a case of antagonistically anthemic rebel-rousing, Box of Chaos is a thrilling blaze for the ears and manna for the spirit from a band looking at their most successful and surely acclaimed loaded year yet.

Box of Chaos is released February via STP Records.

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9/10

Pete RingMaster 01/02/2016

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In Evil Hour – Built On Our Backs

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How do you back up debut album which a great many, us included, called a modern punk classic. Well with another equally blistering triumph of course. Easy on paper and in thought but not so simple in deed but that is exactly what UK punksters In Evil Hour have done with new EP Built On Our Backs. The follow-up to the exhilarating roar that is The World Bleeds Out, their new six-track new fury is a furnace of attitude and defiance loaded with lethal hooks and virulent contagion, all honed to incite and inflame ears and thoughts. To put it simply, it is hardcore punk rock at its ferocious best.

Darlington bred, In Evil Hour formed in the summer of 2011 drawing on inspirations from bands such as AFI, Black Flag, Sick of it All, and the Nerve Agents. Very early on the quartet was becoming a potent presence and draw on the live scene, shows with the likes of Leftover Crack, The Misfits, H20, and The Creepshow earning a quick reputation as one exciting onslaught which was further confirmed by their first EP, the Antipop Records released Tell Your God To Ready For Blood of that first year for the band. The World Bleeds Out really awoke attention and fevered appetites with its unleashing in 2013 on STP Records, its release at that year’s Rebellion one of the highlights of the weekend for band and fans.

With a tour alongside the $wingin’ Utters and their own jaunt into Europe and around the UK this August under their 2015 belts, In Evil Hour have provided another rousing and irresistible storm with Built On Our Backs. As you might suspect it is a collection of socially and politically challenging furies immersed in songs which spit fire and boil infection ripe seduction. The EP opens with Progress, which spins immediate bait of alluring guitar before broadening into a full enticement of spicy riffs, sharp hooks, and pungent rhythms. The persuasion is complete with the recognisable snarl of Alice’s voice, attitude and defiance dripping from every syllable as the track whips up an even keener and catchy aggressive stomp. Fair to say the song does not offer something to majorly blow ears and thoughts away, whilst undeniably heavily pleasing body and appetite, but rather provides the perfect base and launch pad for greater adventure to erupt from, which it certainly does with Blood and Majesty.

cover_RingMaster Review     To be honest the difference to the individual characters of the two tracks is nothing big or particularly definable yet the second song just pushes the right buttons to a more lusty reaction. Its first rumble of riffs and scythe of beats carries a spark suggesting a mighty tempest to come, an explosion of voice, riffs, and barbarous rhythmic enterprise confirming it swiftly after. Melodies and vocals have a toxic edge to them whilst Gareth’s guitar and Gib’s bass just grumble and growl with their particular torrents of caustic endeavour and nature. Throw in scarring swings from drummer Mike and you have one glorious addiction at work.

There is no way anyone could resist getting fully involved with the song, physically and vocally, and the same applies to Ascension. Its first touch is a ‘mellower’ vocal alluring from Alice against a raw riff, though there is that ever present snarl just adding its edge to her tones and being fully exposed across the track as it brews up an intensive and energetic blaze which once fully aflame, provides another surge of irresistibility and senses igniting provocation. That early melodic calmness is never driven away though, seizing the moment in a mouth-watering detour which is just not long enough before the creative raging is back igniting the air.

The bass of Gib leaves a tasty morsel of bait in the third song and again lays down an early bestial lure within the following EP’s title track, an anthem with vocal hooks and temptations galore and antagonistic ingenuity a plenty. It defies the listener not to physically leap on board as it brawls lyrically and musically, a challenge almost as potently thrown out by Bright Lights. At one minute and a large nudge, the track in some ways does not have long enough to establish its own uniquely corruptive web of tempting but still offers a storming slice of creative aggravation and enjoyment to get teeth fully into before Predators brings Built On Our Backs to a might close.

The track is prime In Evil Hour, every existing and newly discovered quality and skill in songwriting and sound within the band uncaged in its melody ripe hardcore and angst driven combat. A battle cry for the twenty first century and daily living, it is superb and the perfect end to an EP emulating its success in a themed journey across the elevation of hope, hard work, and rewards but resulting in exploitation and worse. As ever In Evil Hour play hard, hit hard, and have set free another standard setting fury for modern punk.

Built On Our Backs is available now via most online stores and digitally as well as on CD at the band’s Bandcamp and Bigcartel store respectively.

Pete RingMaster 03/09/2015

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The Kingcrows – Funland

 

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For all the exceptional punk releases and bands igniting the rock scene over recent years, there is no still no substitute yet for the special tingle which only lifts its head with a ‘77 found roar. As we all know, it is a never diminishing inspirational period for punk rock and the never ending torrent of bands spawning their own identity with its antagonistic hues. Some breed a sound which is as close a cousin as you could wish for, amongst them The Kingcrows who are simply a rousing bridge between the late seventies and modern punk ‘n’ roll. Their previous releases have already made that declaration but new album Funland sets it in stone, the UK quartet involving the listener in something energetically aggressive, attitude driven, and most of all undiluted sleaze wrapped fun.

Hailing from Leeds, the quartet of vocalist Phil E Stine, guitarist Lee J., bassist Rocco, and drummer Ratbag have been a bruising and thrilling live presence across the north of England moving outwards. Emerging in 2005, The Kingcrows has torn up stages with their filthy rock ‘n’ roll ever since, playing alongside the likes of Spear Of Destiny, UK Subs, The Rezillos, TV Smith, Anti Nowhere League, Tokyo Dragons, Vice Squad, The Lurkers, 999, The Vibrators, Red Alert, The Outcasts, Peter & The Test Tube Babies and many more legendary and emerging bands over the years. They have also released a clutch of attention grabbing EPs, which made an even bigger impression when collected together and released in the shape of Corvus Maximus through STP Records in 2013. The album awoke a broader focus and awareness of the band’s unfussy and virulent sound, which Funland should now push into new spotlights and recognition.

The album erupts with Here We Go, the first riot initially blooming from a fairground organ and its warm invitation. Soon rhythms rumble with attitude and riffs stir up the air as the opener’s eager rock ‘n’ roll seizes ears and attention. The song is quickly into its virulent and persistent stride, cruising with jabbing beats spearing grouchy guitar and bass tenacity. The track is like a mix of Spunk Volcano and The Eruptions and The Adicts, similarity and nostalgia colluding with fresh attitude and revelry.

cover_RingMaster Review     A potent start to the album is further ignited by the following She’s My Rock ‘N’ Roll and its thrilling tempting. An alluring rhythmic enticing sparks a rockabilly bred grooving flirted with by spicy harmonica, they in turn kick-starting a heavy anthemic canter of contagious rhythms and incendiary sonic enterprise led by the ever magnetic tones of Stine. The track is glorious, punk rock at its tenacious and riotous best, and again as old school as it is imposingly new. The album’s first major pinnacle is backed, if not quite matched, by On The Road Again, a swiftly engaging and infectious stomp which has ears, feet, and appetite locked in within a handful of chords and resourceful seconds. There are no big surprises within song and arguably Funland in general, yet they only provide a nonstop and fully satisfying stomp to get eagerly involved in.

A southern whisper lines the lure and rampage of Rock ‘N’ Roll Rebel Songs, the track aflame with sultry guitar endeavour, inviting group vocals, and the breath and atmosphere of ’77. Lyrically it also sparks memories of times past, it all colluding in one easy going and gripping persuasion, though outshone by Forgotten Son straight after. Its opening riff comes with dark intent and imagination igniting attitude, its bait continuing to enthral as the song grows and breeds new sonic colour and lyrical drama around it. There is a touch of Angelic Upstarts to the encounter though that is but one flavour within the emotive shadows and provocative narrative on offer.

The album’s title track kicks up a storm of attitude and insatiable rock ‘n’ roll next, the track forcibly prowling with essences of bands like Suburban Studs and Crisis in its armoury before making way for the irresistible presence of Kick ‘Em Down. The album is truly at its loftiest height at this point, the tasty provocateur, and its predecessor, unleashing welcomingly bullying and virulently infectious rock ‘n’ roll with the second also unveiling another tonic of harmonica belligerence, before the brilliant Apocalypso steals the whole show. Opening on a delicious throaty bass riff with tendrils of guitar adding their spice before the drums create a brooding and catchy confrontation, the track evolves into one seriously magnetic shuffle. The beats of Ratbag continue to incite song and ears with their anthemic swings, whilst around them voice, riffs, and contagion ebb and flow like virulent waves soaked in inescapable temptation.

Never Gonna Fall continues the album’s elevated and invigorating energy and enjoyment with ease, its thumping presence and gait luring many strains of rock into one bulging incitement whilst Sick Of Love Songs creates its own individual fusion of old school punk and new rock ‘n’ roll. The bass of Rocco breeds a bestial snarl to its tone whilst Lee J. once again leaves sonic vapours from his searing and ever to the point exploits. Led by the beckoning delivery of Stine, the track is another hitting the sweet spot whilst proving to be another proposition you only wish its two or so minutes was stretches longer.

Funland ends with Beer and Whiskey, arguably the weakest song on the album. In context though, with it holding ears and pleasure firmly in its rip-roaring escapade, it simply reinforces the might of the tracks which over shadow it. It is indeed a fine end to an excellent slab of rock ‘n’ roll, Funland rigorously feeding appetites for seventies punk and today’s punk ‘n’ roll from start to finish.

2015 has already been blessed with some mighty punk offerings which The Kingcrows now rival if not surpass with their new proposal, but few of those others will become as big a favourite as Funland is destined to be we suggest.

Funland will be released through STP Records at Rebellion on August 6th and then available @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

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RingMaster 31/07/2015

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Brassick – Self Titled

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Building on a reputation earned from their first release and a live presence which has venues aggressively rocking, UK punks Brassick have released their self-titled debut album and fair to say whatever acclaim already garnered should be outshone by all offered this anthemic snarl. Raw and uncompromising yet loaded with a hardcore roar and fierce inescapable hooks to drool over, the release is poised to put the Birmingham quartet of the broadest punk maps.

Formed in 2012, Brassick quickly sparked local attention and support with their fusion of punk, ska, and metal essences. That presence soon gripped wider recognition through the band’s unrelenting live presence which has seen them play with the likes of GBH, Cock Sparrer, UK Subs, and Subhumans amongst many, and the release of the Broke And Restless EP in 2013. Last year saw the foursome continue to ignite the UK live scene, venues and festivals coming under their fiery growl and culminating in a highly successful spot at Rebellion alongside bands such as NOFX, Street Dogs, Stiff Little Fingers, Killing Joke, and The Duel. Already charging through Britain and Europe again this year with festivals and another Rebellion appearance on the schedule, Brassick have made 2015 their biggest year yet with the release of their rousing album.

Produced by bassist Jake Cunningham and guitarist Peter Macbeth, the album opens with Hollow Cries and sirens infusing cold portentous air. Punchy rhythms splinter the scenery next, all embroiled in a sonic mist before the song strides clear with anthemic riffs and rhythms sparked further by the instantly gripping vocals of Nicola Hardy. There is a great essence of attitude and snarl to her tones to match and incite the sounds around her, a pulsating bassline and inflammatory guitar enterprise colluding with the healthy swipes of drummer Jay Jay Khaos open evidence in two riveting and highly persuasive opening minutes.

Brassick cover_RingMaster Review     The punchy exploits of Same Sound bound in next, riffs and beats a feisty lure reinforced by the vocal defiance of Hardy. The metallic edge and texture of the track reminds of US punk metallers Mongrel, whilst the scything expulsions breaking up the song midway are the trigger to adventurous twists before the assault returns to its initial confrontation and sets ears up perfectly for the outstanding tempting of Media Faces. Like early The Duel with a Ruts like reggae predation, the track prowls and roars, forcibly stirring up appetite and imagination through the magnetic guitar craft of Macbeth and the irritable infection of sound and vocals.

Fall Because They’re Blind backs up the potent start to the album though it does not have that extra spark to match its predecessors. Nevertheless with Cunningham’s alluring bass enterprise and an old school punk leaning around Hardy’s ever inciting delivery, the track hits the spot before Drown takes over to stalk the senses. Bass and riffs are a deviously intimidating nudge whilst the beats of Khaos refuse to hold back on their provocation but it is the inventive atmospheric twists and varied vocal persuasion that gives the track an extra impressing potency.

The lyrical and emotional charge of the band pulls no punches on political and social commentary, and breeds a strong and impacting landscape in Sirens where authority wails and anarchic ambience wash over ears as bass and guitar spin their evocative and dramatic web around Hardy’s spoken and accusing narrative. It is a powerful proposal which stands alone or works as the turbulent lead in to the brawling antagonism of Free For All and its UK Subs/Angelic Upstarts like old school growl. The song in turn allows no breath to be taken as it seeds the beginnings of the outstanding Cynical Ties and another stock of gripping irritancy, sharp hooks, and anthemic defiance. There is a great street punk dirtiness to the album and especially accentuates the power and addictiveness of this track and in turn its successor Let Us Go. There is a touch of The Objex to the heart and fire of the second of the two but equally a seventies breeding and modern fury come together to ensure another stirring up on the body and passions.

The grouchy tone and belligerence of Leeches nags and grumbles next, its angry belly bound in more of the unpredictable and striking imagination shaping songwriting and sound which to be honest the band does not use quite enough across the album. When they do it turns great songs into venomous enslavements as here, richly emphasizing the potential coursing through the whole of the album.

The fun and enjoyment comes to a close with the mighty Vagabond Smile. Instantly its rhythmic shuffle traps ears, the song is in control, tightening its grip and lure as vocals across the band come together in a middle finger raised defiance complete with virulent grooves, sharp hooks, and incendiary attitude. It is a riotous end to an invigorating and refreshing album. Brassick use their inspirations and the seeds of punk rock to create their own, not majorly unique, but seriously enjoyable rock ‘n’ roll. Already anticipation of bigger and bolder things from the band is ripe and right now thick pleasure full thanks to their first album.

Brassick is available now @ http://www.brassick.bigcartel.com/ and through STP Records @ http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm with CD version out September 18th.

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RingMaster 09/07/2015

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Dirt Box Disco – Only in it For the Money

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You always know what you are going to get with a Dirt Box Disco album yet they still push their sound and invention on each and every time to never sound stale or repetitive. With their new release though the UK punk ‘n’ rollers, who have been stomping and a hollering since 2009, have really pushed the creative boat out and come up with a collection of their most diverse and adventurous songs yet. Only in it For the Money is by far the pinnacle of their rampage so far and that is without losing any of the insatiably mischievous and dirty devilry which has equally gone to make Dirt Box Disco one of the most greedily devoured and roared about rock ‘n’ roll bands in Britain.

Whether it is because principal songwriter Spunk Volcano has pushed his boundaries with his solo project or it is just an organic progression, the new album is a web of diverse punk flavours retaining the key Dirt Box Disco sound. Previous album Bloonz impressed and thrilled but in hindsight it was not a big step on from its predecessor Peoplemadeofpaper. The question was had the band come to the end of its potential? Only in it For the Money is a swift kick in the nuts of such blasphemy and potentially the bridge between national capture and a global spotlight.

Band and album strike with voracious force in opener Guest list, a track which hits with the welcome DBD signature character but equally stirs up a new nest of creative hornets. Its initial touch is a stinging coaxing which in a breath turns into a turbulent stomp of anthemic vocals and compelling riffs. Sculpted on the confrontation every ticketed show must come up against, the track is pure virulence and if you are not leaping around and yelling within the first minute we suggest you call the paramedics as you might be on your death bed. Quite simply punk rock, indeed rock ‘n’ roll does not get any better.

The Art Of Conversation follows and presses ears with a broader rock sound before rigorously crooning vocally and antagonistically, at the same time breeding swiping rhythms and raw riffery. Contagion is always a given with the band’s songs and again here it is an irresistible persuasion amidst the coarser raging of sound. There is a great Buzzcocks bred hook within the tempest too, just a slither of tang but an intoxicating hue in the imposing slab of punk ‘n’ roll.

Only in it for the money - Cover   Like the music, lyrically the band get to the point, no bushes worked around to make an impact and if it takes a uncultured approach to get the impact needed so be it, and so it is with Fat Twats And Scumbags. From an Oliver like plea, the song is a prowling and bitter dagger drawn predation on the state of society and political agendas bred from old school punk and furious metallic provocation. The track is an animal and already three songs in revealing that earlier mentioned variety in the character and heart of the album.

Something In My Eye revels in a raucous pop punk canvas next. Riffs and beats are a tenacious abrasing to which the great vocal mix across the band led by WEAB.I.AM brings tasty infectiousness. It is the blaze of classic rock seeded guitar from Danny Fingers which steals the show, though only just from the rest of the essences making up one addictive encounter; a contagion just as potent in the similarly lighter brewed rocker I Dont Wanna Know Your Name. Galloping through ears with pure energy and melodic enterprise, the song is one of those sing-a-long moments impossible to resist physically and vocally, but then that applies to all their songs, certainly upon Only in it For the Money.

The following Crushed is a more expected DBD offering but again it has a fresh nature in its presence. The driving enticing bassline provided by Deadbeatz Chris takes hold from the first seconds, tightening its grip as the swinging thumps of Maff Fazzo cage and batter the senses. With the guitars of Spunk Volcano and Danny creating a flavoursome web of sonic endeavour, the track swiftly enlists the imagination and emotions though it is soon overshadowed by the outstanding Dirtbox Disco. A ferocious trespass of punk attitude and raging, this is a song we have been waiting for, the band name always lending itself to a song at some point and finally arriving as a predator fuelled by ravaging energy and compelling creative antics.

If You Want A Sexy Bird Join A Fuckin Band opens with a melancholic croon wrapped in Green Day like softness, its protagonist self-pitying over the lack of success with the ladies. The band is soon riling up against him though; it is quite simple if you want to score join a fuckin’ band. Surely not that easy but nevertheless the song continues to toy with a poppier punk sound battered with a hardcore old school punk fury, the result a thrilling union and collision with the senses.

There is a touch of Flogging Molly to parts of the excellent Please Dont Walk Away next, a thumping charge of a song with again a refreshing mix of rock hues in its surging fist pumping incitement, whilst Realy Fast Car is as much power pop as it is dirty rock ‘n’ roll. Think The Radio Stars meets Eddie and The Hot Rods then infested with the Dirt Box Disco DNA and you have one exhilarating onslaught.

We explore more seventies seeded power pop next with Cry Myself To Sleep, this time doused in the tantalising scent of The Damned. It is another offering where limbs and throat are submissive and eager to join in within barely a flood of seconds, but as suggested that applies everywhere as proven by the lively melodic croon of Day After Tomorrow. The bass seduces and vocals provoke a ready to play response immediately whilst the crisp beats and enticing riffs only add to an inescapable enticing simply oozing from the song.

We get pure DBD with Ladyboyz, lyrics as base and hilarious as you could wish and hooks as flirtatious and addictive as those at the centre of attention in the song, or so we are told. We have always wondered how personal, intimate to the band certainly the failed romance lined songs are, and even more so after this…a tale for another interview maybe? The track itself will linger and fester in the psyche once heard, especially its prime hook and that salacious chorus.

Only in it For the Money comes to an end through All Day Long, arguably the least adventurous and explosive track on the release yet another leaving ears doused in happiness and the album on a potent high. As suggested Dirt Box Disco have unleashed their finest moment yet, one which is a leap forward in every aspect from their previous impressive outings. They have set them self a new lofty marker for future releases to be compared to but this feels like a new dawning for the band, so easy to expect that they will simply take it in their creative stride.

Only in it For the Money is released April 19th 2015 on STP Records. For details check out http://www.stprecords.co.uk and https://dirtboxdisco.bigcartel.com

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Upcoming DBD live dates including album launch shows.

APR 17 – ASYLUM 2, BIRMINGHAM (Album Launch)

APR 18 – ZOMBIE HUT, CORBY (Album Launch)

APR 19 – Star & Garter, Manchester (Album Launch) – Tickets – http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page7.htm

APR 24 – Yorkshire House, Lancaster

APR 25 – Scotland Calling, ABC, Glasgow

MAY 03 – The Dog House, Nottingham

MAY 09 – The Boathouse, CAMBRIDGE

MAY 15 – Polish Social Club, Barnsley

MAY 16 – North West Calling, Ritz, Manchester May 23 – Nice N Sleazy, Morecambe

MAY 29 – Liquid Rooms, Edinburgh (with The Buzzcocks)

MAY 30 – Berwick on Tweed, Berwick FC.

JUN 07 – Boars Head, Kidderminster

JUN 13 – Riffs Bar, Swindon

JUN 20 – The Old Star, Uttoxeter

JUN 27 – Hillview Comunity Centre, Cheltenham

JUN 28 – Warehouse 23, Wakefield (with 999)

JUL 24 – Bladefest

JUL 25 – Private Party

AUG 6-9 – Rebellion, Blackpool

AUG 30 – 3 Chords Fest, Penzance, Cornwall

 

RingMaster 16/04/2015

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