Cat Lundy –Triggerman

If like for us Cat Lundy is a new name and adventure for you, let us give some background. She is a singer/songwriter from Dublin; a classically trained vocalist from the Royal Academy of Music and a self-taught guitarist. Inspired by sixties blues, her songs often themed by tales of love and relationships, Cat has performed across London and as far as New York’s The Bitter End venue and Los Angeles famous House of Blues.

With her new single Triggerman though, she is about to call out to a whole new wave of attention. It is drama in the ear; a haunting and dark theatre of love and fear which offers more than a mere temptation for the debut album Cat is currently recording with producer Ger McDonnell (U2, Kasabian, The Cure, Martha Wainwright).

Instantly the alluring tones of Cat has ears awake, acoustic guitar stroking her suggestive words and expression before the single truly comes alive with brass and keys splintered by wonderfully spiky rhythms for a chorus which simply sparks body and spirit. Like a mix of a blues bred Sandy Shaw and Wanda Jackson, Cat simultaneously seduces and challenges; her bold presence cradled by calmer but similarly suggestive textures of sound. The brass flames are especially bewitching, matched by the Hammond scented keys but none as magnetic as the vocal theatre of Cat herself.

As mentioned, Triggerman is our first outing with Cat Lundy but it will definitely not be our last.

Triggerman is released August 25th.

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Pete RingMaster 02/08/2017

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Widows – Oh Deer God

As kids on a rainy day there was nothing better than coming home caked in the dirt rich antics of the day; being mud splattered after playing and revelling in the organic filth on offer. The sound and new album, Oh Deer God, from UK stoner/heavy rock outfit Widows is the sonic equivalent; a dirty, scuzzy plaything which sticks to the senses whilst offering a tank full of just as instinctive pleasure.

Over seven tracks bulging with rabid grooves, ravenous riffs, and vocals that instinctively wear irritability with pride, Widows has unleashed their heaviest and dirtiest escapades yet but without losing the body inciting grooving which helped debut album Death Valley Duchess grab attention back in 2012. The five years between releases has seen the band in their words trade “the desert worship for some more sludgy/doomy elements and it’s definitely a much darker affair.” It has also seen new bassist Phil Emblin come in and link up with vocalist Adam Jolliffe, guitarist James Kidd, and drummer Ze Big; another move which seems to have given fresh depth and weight to a sound bred on the inspirations of artists such as Down, Kyuss, and Clutch. It has been a fair time since the band formed in 2008 and released debut EP Raise the Monolith two years later, a passage which on the evidence of Oh Deer God has seen them become one of Britain’s mightiest purveyors of infestation.

The Nottingham band swiftly has Oh Deer God eagerly fingering the senses with its title track. First the guitar strokes ears, the bass quickly joining in as beats add their imposing bite and Jolliffe growls with an almost toxic intent from the midst of it all. Strolling along with a controlled but feral gait, the song breaks its stride with moments of instinctive boisterousness but then slips back into its natural prowl. Melodic strains simply add to the raw temptation of the track, its stoner breeding complimenting the primal heart driving things. With a touch of Northern Ireland outfit Triggerman meets Clutch to it, the song brings things to the boil superbly before parting for the one minute plus fury of its successor.

Caffeine and Hatred is a short swift violation that just ignites the senses and passions, its punk tempest and web of sonic trespasses, accentuated by the lethal swings of Ze Big, irresistible pleasure. The song is as musically horny as it is quarrelsome, the kind of rabid assault greed flocks to before taking on the rhythmically big boned and sonically compelling Heresy and Venom. As with the first, the song has hips swerving to its grooves and the inner punk grabbing on to its senses puncturing stabs with glee whilst the rocker inside swings from its stoner nurtured tendrils of intoxication. There is a great element of discord in the mix too, an unpredictability which increases the slavery of the imagination.

More familiar essences and designs are woven for the tangy exploits of next up Blue Tuna but wrapping a rhythmically agitated skeleton dancing with more of that expectations squashing enterprise already shaping the album while Ride To The Realm Of Coitus gets to the grain of dirty rock ‘n’ roll with its crawling motion and grubby textures. With the bass a soiled flirtation, the song initially stalks the senses before flicking a switch into a feistily energetic and volatile canter with tart melodic seduction veining a rapacious character built on predacious grooves and riffs.

The blues infested grooving of Baron Greenback Blues across a spine of wonderfully dishevelled rock ‘n’ roll has things hungrily bouncing next, the track a wild and wily incitement of body and spirit with another seriously carnal and glorious bassline stealing the passions before making way for Germanium Buzz which brings things to a fine close. Almost clean cut in comparisons to things before it, the song is the one track the stoner rock tag fully fits though it too is soon uncaging muscular dexterity and body trespassing instincts seeded in other strains of sound, merging both sides with increasingly captivating tenacity.

You can call Oh Deer God and the Widows sound stoner rock, sludge, or heavy rock but quite simply it is just undiluted rock ‘n’ roll and the reason the band’s latest album is one essential slab of prize pleasure.

Oh Deer God is out now through UMC Recordings and available @ https://widows666.bandcamp.com/album/oh-deer-god

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Pete RingMaster 24/05/2017

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I Am Duckeye – Songs From The Gunt

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From the moment I am Duckeye had us Punching Dicks in 2013, the Australian quartet has been a devilish itch in unseen places leading to regular treatment of their riff loaded, highly mischievous rock ‘n’ roll. Across two albums and numerous singles, the band has whipped up a storm of bruising and invigorating sounds and eager bad habits. Now though, is the realisation that it was all merely the warm up act for the main show, Songs From The Gunt. The Melbourne quartet’s new album is simply in another league to its impressive and fiercely enjoyable predecessors. It is still a great menace of sex, dirty sex, and salacious revelry, but I Am Duckeye has truly come of age with their diverse and hungry sound in what will be one of the major highlights of the year.

Making their debut in 2008, I Am Duckeye first whipped up eager attention beyond their local borders with the Punching Dicks EP five years later. Already their home city had succumbed to the “comedy punk rock” which slips from the foursome of vocalist/guitarist brothers Sam and Matt Haycroft, bassist Jules, and drummer Sean as easily as the previous night’s curry, the morning after a drunken rampage. 2013 also saw the band’s debut album, Husband unleashed to increasing acclaim and rapture, though that was eclipsed in turn by its successor Commando Too the following year. As Songs From The Gunt, each album has been a successful crowd funded venture and the bringing of heavier and more voracious intent and sound from the band, which their third album continues. This time though, it sees them dive into a thicker tapestry of styles and flavours, unlock a bolshier arsenal of riffs and rhythms, and involve ears in moments of sheer licentious brilliance.

The anthemic intensity of Sex Fight gets the party flying, the song an immediate wall of spicy grooves and rapacious riffs driven by the roar of vocals alongside senses scything rhythms. It is instant evidence of the step up in heavyweight confrontation and antagonism fuelling the band’s sound but also of the diversity. The virulent grooves tempt with a funk bred devilment whilst the twists of infectious incitement is as punk as you could wish. Additional steps into melodic caresses and atmospheric deceits just reveal the new depth of a creative imagination which you feel has always been within the band but is now being shared with bold adventurousness amidst their instincts to rock and raise a meaty grin or two.

cover_RingMasterReviewThe outstanding start is more than backed by both Hectic and Hot Nuts. The first immediately swamps ears in a noise rock spiral of nagging; vocals bronco riding the tempest before things dive into another romping punk ‘n’ roll canter. Like a mix of The Fat Dukes Of Fuck and Melvins, the track relentlessly ignites ears and appetite, raising the depth of bait again when slipping into a tar thick sludgy prowl with the ever involving lure of the Haycroft led vocals. The song is glorious, repeating its cycle to greater effect across its body before allowing its successor to parade its punk rock seed loaded wares. Keenly weaving in strains of hard rock too, the guitars relishing the chance to flirt with sonic enterprise, the bundle of sweaty energy hits the spot dead centre.

The Binternet swings in with flirtatious hips next, its surrounding sonic shimmer wearing a post punk meets psyche rock sheen around the great agitation of Sean’s percussive skills. Lyrically cutting, even though delivered with usual mischief, the song tantalises and fascinates whilst again employing a clutch of varying spices to its muscular rock ‘n’ roll; a design emulated again in the enthralling rumble of Wide On. As much garage punk as it is heavy rock, as much punk as it is alternative metal, the track canters through ears like an attitude inflamed stallion on the persistent and contagious gallops of Sean’s rhythms; they in turn aligned to the predatory and anthemic lure of Jules’ fingers.

The grungy rock ‘n’ roll of Papsmear the Clown increasingly pleases as it leads to the psychotic majesty of Ben outta Ten. Here early surf rock hooks are quickly twisted and distorted into a fiery blaze which in turn sparks a ferocious assault of heavy rock which is kind of like Mastodon meets Triggerman. Mid-way though, the song suddenly loses its already loose sanity and evaporates into a sonic dissonance lined breeze with haunting touches to confuse and thrill thoughts further. As good as it is though, the track is soon forgotten as The Quickening emerges from its distant fog. A hilarious and mesmeric embracing of the Highlander films; the track drifts through ears and into the imagination with a folkish/progressive ambience around a military toned rhythmic skeleton draped in a Celtic lacing. As grooves emerge with intoxicating spicing, the track becomes more imposing and volatile, gripping attention tighter as it unpredictably twists into a swing loaded shuffle, which in turn breaks into an insatiable punk romp and so on…

Fart of the Year break the momentary calm that lays between songs with carnivorous riffs and a general rapacity to its grouchy rock ‘n’ roll whilst Uncle Reg growls and prowls from the great grizzly lead of Jules’ bass. Sam and Matt of course only build on that bait with their own debasing string spawned enterprise, casting an unrelenting nagging of the senses and the by now seriously greedy appetite for the release. The track is another major high in the lofty heights breached by each and every song so far, a trend only continuing as Clean Snap swings and swerves with seriously spicy grooves around a crunching parade of rhythmic and riff spawned dexterity. As throughout Songs From The Gunt, for all the impressive and new invention and imagination in songs, they are all at the heart pure instincts gripping rock ‘n’ roll very few can say no to.

The rousing show tune quality of Pish Paste is surely deserving of gracing a theatre somewhere, though hard to see it being on Broadway. It easily whips up a storm in pleasure and physical involvement leaving exhaustion in its wake to meet closing track Pledgends, a full-on heavy rock thank you and a ”passing of the blame” to all those helping the album come to light.

Songs From The Gunt is simply superb; as suggested I Am Duckeye hitting a new plateau in songwriting and sound without losing the reason we all flocked to them initially; raucous fun, irrepressible mischief, and brazen naughtiness.

Songs From The Gunt is released March 4th digitally and on CD and 12” green or clear vinyl @ https://iamduckeye.bandcamp.com/album/songs-from-the-gunt

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Proll Guns – Horseflesh BBQ

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Austria is not renowned for its Wild West history or rascally varmints but it has produced a dirty, low-down, riff-slinger to send any outlaw running for the hills by the name of Proll Guns. The Salzburg based trio creates a sound which is like a predatory dust storm; uncompromising and intrusive western thrash ‘n’ roll which in the form of their band’s new album Horseflesh BBQ, just rifles ears and guns down defiance to its raw invasive way.

The ten track release is a bitch slap of thrash fuelled rock ‘n’ roll, like Grifter meets Pantera meets Triggerman in a gunfight of fiery grooves, brutal rhythms, and grouchy riffs. Imagine the possible soundtrack to a Tarantino merger of his films Dust Till Dawn and Django Unchained and Horseflesh BBQ is it. Making a potent impression with debut album And the Western Blood Runs in 2013, Proll Guns gave a tasty hint of its successor with the Fucking Troublemaker EP last year. Now the threesome of lead vocalist/bassist Evil Ed, vocalist/guitarist The Burner, and drummer Cra “Y“Maker have struck up the full stampede with the release of Horseflesh BBQ via NRT Records.

Mixed and mastered by producer Tue Madsen, Horseflesh BBQ brings to ears the dusty west with opener Texas Banjo Massacre, its redneck lures pulling the imagination into the tempestuous and devilish landscape to be persistently dragged over by the nine other thrash whipped stallions to come. The instrumental prowls and swipes at the senses, riffs and rhythms as antagonistic as the riffs are carnivorous and grooves intoxicating. It is a stirring start quickly matched and surpassed by the barbarous rioting of Horseflesh Barbecue. In no time the great grizzled tone of Evil Ed’s voice bullies and invites, its bearish animosity and belligerence matched by the scything swings of Cra “Y“Maker as The Burnet lassoes ears with venomously tempting grooves.

Proll Guns -  Horseflesh BBQ _RingMaster ReviewCoverartworkFrom Texas To Hell continues the sweaty and mischievous exploits of its predecessor, though initially it presents a gentle western welcome to a scenic peaceful landscape. Things soon turns nasty though as the riff loaded bandits launch another trash bred slab of bruising rock ‘n’ roll on the senses. No quarters are given and little mercy shown even with its contagious virulence, a quality just as agreeably unleashed by the evil-eyed Bloodgun Blues with its hip enslaving swagger and straight after the feral protagonist that is Fucking Troublemaker. The second of the two is addiction in hostile abandon, the glorious bastard son thrown out as the lead lure into Horseflesh BBQ and easy to see why with its roguish catchiness and five star hooks.

The blues laced heavy rock of Reno Gang beats up on ears next, it’s less gripping roar and bad-blood, in relation to its companions, still leading body and lusty enjoyment into naughty deeds before Lookin’ Out my Backdoor corrals them with flirtatious rhythms into the folkish, almost Celtic revelry at the heart of its moonshine soaked blowout. Both get ears and appetite all lustful again but not so much as the salacious wrong-doings of The Revolver. The track is like a modern day version of that villainous character tying maidens to railway tracks in silent movies, its animated air and provocative banjo twangs shaping the irresistible bounder of a song.

Swinging like an outlaw at the end of a hangman’s rope, Execution steps up next; its grooves moving like a temptress with spicy sonic seduction as everything becomes a more ferocious blaze around them. There is no escaping the bait, ears devouring eagerly before turning to the closing dark drama of Southern Slavery. It is an imagination sparking and emotion darkening portrait of sound but a touch of an anti-climax to the rousing ride the album has the listener on before it. All the same it is an intriguing and attention holding end to one thoroughly and increasingly enjoyable raid on the body and passions.

Like possibly many others, Horseflesh BBQ was our first ride with the Proll Guns but it certainly will not be the last. Rock ‘n’ roll has just revealed a whole new desperado.

Horseflesh BBQ is available from January 29th via NRT Records through most online stores and @ https://prollguns.bandcamp.com/album/horseflesh-bbq

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Pete RingMaster 29/01/2016

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Adrenechrome – Tales From Adrenechrome

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Just like a blurring of reality and fantasy, the sound of Canadian metallers Adrenechrome is a muggy fusion of styles and flavours, and just like a drug addled climate, it provides an adventure which devours and permeates every pore of the senses and emotions. Taking their name from the a fictional drug in the film Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, Adrenechrome cast a kaleidoscope of rigorous and virulent tempting as creatively progressive as it is thunderously rock ‘n’ roll, as predatory thrash bred as it is spatially grooved, and as imaginatively ravenous as it is simply seductive. The evidence is all there within new album Tales From Adrenechrome, a seven track encounter which from its classic comic like cover, created by Clownbaby and Tim Kehoe, through to its final suggestive note, is a compelling exploration of self experiences, fantasy, sci-fi, and classic literature.

Hailing from Ontario, Adrenechrome began in 2010, formed by veterans of the music scene with bands such as Gaswitch, Shimmy Rabbits, and The Doug Trucker Band in their histories. Debut EP Hideous Appetites emerged in 2012, inspirations from artists such as Pantera, Black Sabbath, Thin Lizzy, Metallica, Mastodon, High on Fire, and Children of Bodom colouring a sound which soon lured strong support and attention to the release and equally the band’s adrenaline driven live presence which over the years has included playing with Corrosion of Conformity, Green Jelly, Ninjaspy, and Manahan. It is a reaction and success sure to be matched and overshadowed by Tales From Adrenechrome as it spreads its creative rabidity from hereon; with it the band ready to breach and incite richer and broader spotlights.

Album Cover - Adrenechrome - Tales From Adrenechrome _RingMaster Review   The album opens with A Familiar Face, an immediate tempting of bold rhythms and melodically spun sonic enterprise woven into a warm instrumentally led tapestry. The track swiftly captivates as its hooks and grooves seduce as the bass swings and drums badger, a union which only captures ears and imagination with vocal harmonies adding just one more flavoursome texture to the album’s initial temptation.

Things quickly get rugged and heavy as Lockstep storms in next; its thrash breeding is full rabid evidence as vocalist Chris Friesen rides his own riffs and the raw flames of fellow guitarist Tim Kehoe. As becomes the norm, the track is soon evolving within ears. The fury of more extreme metal hues collude with heavy Mastodon resembling grooves and a Torche likened web of flavours as the licking of thrash seeded and groove metal honed flames continues. It is riveting stuff, the body and emotions involved in the devilment as easily as pleasure and an appetite for more, which the song continues to offer with its persistently twisting proposal and Black Brubeck continues with its superb jazz lit imagination and progressively sculpted inventive waltz. As avant-garde as something from a Trepalium or a Pryapisme, and as heftily compelling rock ‘n’ roll as a predacious roar from an Anthrax or High on Fire, the song is irresistible; a fascination with mischief in its heart and fiery passion in its soul.

As all tracks, God Sized Shadow is nurtured with the same fire of intent and character, it even more rapaciously dirty and intrusive than its predecessor but with, greater degrees, the same kind of cosmic air and aggressive volatility, the blackened shades of the latter especially potent. Bewitching and intrusive, with the excellent dark grouchiness of Mike Van Dyk’s bass and the lethally swung beats of drummer Matt Copeland gripping, the track is a primal yet worldly blaze with the rawness of a Triggerman and dark seduction of a Faith No More.

The Heart and The Feather instantly incites ears and thoughts as clean vocals impress within a hug of spidery grooves and sonic expression, Friesen becoming even more compelling as he mixes up his delivery with dirtier tones and rasping expression. Musically the song matches him, again that bedlamic quality a perpetual enticement of unpredictability and highly persuasive surprises woven in to a mix of fierce and richly spiced metal and heavy rock styles. Hips are soon swinging and imagination entangled in the proposition, a success just as easily inspired by Hideous Appetites, a manic appearing and skilfully conjured smog of ferocious enterprise and dynamic devilment; a ravenous beast of a song with melodic and antagonistic weaponry.

Completed by the cauldron of warmth and hostility that is The Lead Elephant, a track which majestically merges melodic tempting, sonic trespasses, and cantankerous metal ‘n’ roll within its tenacious and often enjoyably bruising tempest, Tales From Adrenechrome is a thrilling beast. There is no moment where emotions and appetite are not inflamed and pleasure thicker than the grooves it unleashes.

Grabbing a dose of Adrenechrome is a no brainer as far as we are concerned, Tales From Adrenechrome the release declaring a new band to challenge if not quite now certainly ahead those ‘giants’ mentioned.

Tales From Adrenechrome is out now @ https://adrenechrome.bandcamp.com/album/tales-from-adrenechrome and through most online stores.

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Pete RingMaster 28/11/2015

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Harmorage – Psychico Corrosif

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Grouchy, irritable, and persistently lighting ears with its dirty metal forged rock ‘n’ roll, Psychico Corrosif is one of those offerings which seems to have no intent to fumble with startling originality but would rather create a brawl from recognised textures and hues to ensure a highly flavoursome and enjoyable time is had. That you certainly get with the second album from French metallers Harmorage. It rumbles and grumbles like a bear with a sore head whilst throwing in plenty of twists and adventurous elements; none dramatically unique but all leaving another strain to the overall pleasure gained from its dirty rock ‘n’ roll.

Harmorage began in 2004, formed by the Lyon hailing Chalon brothers, vocalist Daniel and guitarist Nicolas. 2007 saw the release of their debut album Berserker as well as the addition of bassist Frédérick Fiaschi to the band’s ranks. In between we cannot say what consumed the band’s time but fair to say they have honed their sound and made a heftily persuasive studio return with Psychico Corrosive. Also featuring latest band member Bertrand Minary, the drummer joining Harmorage last year, it is an encounter which seems to grow and become more antagonistic with every listen as nuances and initially hidden depths come out to play, in turn making each involvement with its body increasingly satisfying.

Harmorage - Psychico Corrosif - 2015_RingMaster Review   Psychico Corrosif sonically shudders as it awakens through Reveillons nous!, resonating tremors and a haunting dance of disorientating sounds, didgeridoos included, converging on ears before a metal groove emerges from a clearing and throws its familiar heavy metal hues forward. This seems to spark sinew crafted rhythms and tangy riffs before the grizzly tones of Daniel add their hoarse textures to the incitement. His French sung delivery and imposing riffery carries a touch of Irish band Triggerman which adds great shade to the more classic metal breeding of the grooves and guitar enterprise. With the bass a bestial growl throughout, it is a strong start to Psychico Corrosif emulated and surpassed by its title track. The second track immediately springs a web of psychotic tenacity in imagination and bedlamic sound which is strung together by the rhythmic intent and prowess of Bertrand. There is a sense of System Of A Down to the unpredictability and discord lined stomp, a touch of bands like Arcania and Yugal also toning the tempestuous snarl and fury of the excellent encounter to great effect.

The following Le fer dans la plaie also comes off of an initial predatory bass growl, its alluring bait tempered a little by the melodic acidity which quickly joins the tempting. A quick pick-me-up comes with the bundle of vocal causticity and twisted array of guitar tenacity which blooms throughout though, the latter bursting into a captivating glow of melody rich enterprise across the track before Scarifiés stamps its ruggedly creative resourcefulness on ears and enjoyment and after, the dirty punk ‘n’ roll of Je condamne et j’accuse spews attitude and trashy rock ‘n’ roll to rousing success. In most songs there are skilled slips into contrasting and temporarily wrong-footing exploits which again give something slightly familiar a fresh character and temptation, this pair fine examples and results of that arguably not pushed enough adventure within Psychico Corrosif and indeed Harmorage.

The atmospherically compelling Aurore boréale grips the imagination next, though as within most songs a thrash seeded charge from riffs and rhythms aligns to rapacious grooves cast by guitars and bass to eventually take hold. Simultaneously exploring a progressively honed landscape infused with coarse stoner bred and melodically cultured scenery, the song is a weave of individual textures and fascinating flavours all colluding for another slab of revelry which relentlessly grows in intensity and persuasion.

The rhythmic seducing opening up Images du monde is instant slavery leading to a crotchety roar of attitude and sound, a confrontation unafraid to twist and turn through groove and heavy metal devilry on a fluid whim as it lights a fire in body and passions. The best track on the album it is ablaze with its inventiveness of turning old friends of sound into something aggressively refreshing and creatively unpredictable, as shown by its smouldering oasis of atmospheric peace and melodic serenading just after midway. It is an experiment and boldness the band hints at throughout the album but is finally given its own head here and almost as freely in the closing pair of Mon anarchie and Droit et fier. The penultimate song again makes great use of merging punk and grooved rock spices with metal voracity, the drum skills of Bertrand especially gripping against the sonic squall and Daniel’s earthy rasps. The final track kind of sums up the punk, metal, rock ‘n’ roll union that is the Harmorage sound; a muscular and ratty bellow of belligerence happy to throw the listener off the scent with unexpected drifts into smooth caresses and imaginative detours. Simply growing in strength and persuasion over each and every listen, it is an electric end to a mightily pleasing release.

Psychico Corrosif is raw and at times a touch too familiar with its originality, though not necessarily the storms they brew them up in, but there is no escaping it is also one rip-roaring slab of pushy fun and that definitely works for us.

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Pete RingMaster 03/09/2015

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Triggerman – Origins, Lost Travellers & Rock & Roll Heaven

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You are always guaranteed irrepressible heavyweight riffs and intensely thunderous rhythms from a Triggerman release as well as grievously gravelly vocals which provide the icing on the muscular cake. To date you are also sure of a proposition which leaves appetite and passions full, something new EP Origins, Lost Travellers & Rock & Roll Heaven breeds in cavernous depths. The three track release is a monster of an incitement, unleashing all that makes the Northern Ireland riff warriors rigorously magnetic and unforgettable whilst twisting in new strains and exploits in to its plentiful bounty.

Hailing from Derry, the quartet of Bap (vocals, guitar), Niall (guitar), Rory (drums), Dixie (bass), follow up their exceptional Hail To The River Gods album with another sizeable homage to the riff. The riff is king and Triggerman its unrelenting champion which as ever is vigorously proven on the new EP. Formed in 2002, the band has been a heavyweight protagonist from day one, their first album Brand New Day in 2010 an acclaimed introduction which Hail To The River Gods took to another level and depth of spotlight two years later. Converging rapacious metal and the heaviest of ferocious rock into their memorably distinct rampancy, an onslaught carved with spicy grooves and melodic toxins, Triggerman has shaped their finest moment yet with the new EP, a release already sparking greedy impatience inside for their next provocation.

From the first breath of opener Origin Of Man, incredibly chunky riffs are gnawing at welcoming ears before being swiftly assisted by lashes of sonic enticement and sinewed rhythms. Once in full swing the track strides purposefully as Bap uncages the lyrical premise of the song with his unique tones, the beginnings of man and the disputing of Darwin and his theories unveiled. With a tongue firmly lodged or not, the narrative has a resourcefulness and swagger to match the bold enticement of the track. Across its delicious lures, riffs chug with enterprise and melodies in their most acidic form entwined with spicy stoner seeded grooves which enslave imagination and appetite. At its core Rory beats out an inescapable trap whilst the heavily throated bass call created by Dixie simply enthrals and ignites the primitive antagonist inside. It is a glorious start and return by the band, a song showing an even greater maturity in design and adventure than the last release without losing the core essence which makes Triggerman one of a kind.

The Lazarushian swiftly follows and is instantly embracing the senses in a spellbinding sonic lasso of melodic endeavour which once established in thought and hunger relaxes into a virulently infectious canter around the next turn of the EP’s venture. Niall creates an instinctive seduction with his enthralling designs around the strolling lyrical premise from Bap, beats matching the gait of the vocals whilst the bass shapes imposing shadows to add captivating textures and depths to the riveting canvas. Across its full scenic adventure, both Bap and Niall create a thrilling web with their guitar enterprise, reinforcing the open evidence that the band is much more than just about an allegiance to the riff.

The closing Valhalla stomps from its first second with a raw glaze and addictive temptation to its riffs and hooks, the track arguably closer to the last album than the other pair of songs but still shaping a fresh twist in the creative evolution of band and sound within the release. The track roams ears and imagination with a more straightforward suasion than elsewhere until igniting with a blaze of stoner metal flames and sonic invention to bring a thrilling release to a masterful captivating close.

Looking at the start, uncompromising middle, and departure of life lyrically, Origins, Lost Travellers & Rock & Roll Heaven is an exceptional new incitement from a band which should have its name spoken alongside the likes of Svolk, Black Tusk, and Red Fang from now on in. Triggerman have always been setting standards to match the names of heavy rock and metal but now they run the risk of being a template for new bands.

The self-released Origins, Lost Travellers & Rock & Roll Heaven is available now digitally from the usual suspects and on CD from http://www.triggerman.co.uk

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