Sons of Huns – Banishment Ritual

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Riff clad and groove shoed, Banishment Ritual is one of those albums which is so hard to tear yourself away from once it has its eager and rapacious hooks deeply entrenched within the ears and passions. Sculpted by Oregon trio Sons of Huns, the eleven track release is as virulently contagious and thrillingly magnetic as any stoner/heavy metal confrontation to come along over recent months and though its originality can be argued and debated the album is a ridiculously easy to devour magnetic treat. Since 2009, The Portland band has been firing up and building a keen and potent home fanbase since forming but now with the release via EasyRider Records of the riotous Banishment Ritual, expectations are simply rife with the expectation that the band will soon be recognised and cooed much further afield.

Consisting of guitarist/vocalist Peter Hughes, drummer Ryan Northrop, and bassist/vocalist Shoki Tanabe (who has recently departed the band to be replaced as touring bassist by Aaron Powell of Belt of Vapor), Sons of Huns has already earned a major reputation for their live performances which has seen them grace numerous Portland festivals and stages supporting the likes of Red Fang, Andrew W.K., Danava, and also comedian Brian Posehn. The band’s 2011 self-titled EP drew potent acclaim as did the 7” single Leaving Your Body, but you feel as debut album Banishment Ritual stomps and ravages through the ears like a sonic terrier on heat that everything before was mere foreplay for the real thing.

The title track opens up the storming exercise in persistent dramatic riffery and rhythmic entrapment with an eager swagger and Cover Artfiery breath if not the rabidity and aggressive attention grabbing shown in later tracks. A warm blues squall wraps the guitar enterprise whilst the vocals have a strength and expression which matches the sonic intensity and melodic tantalising veining the track. It is a compelling accomplished start which lays down the appealing canvas for greater things to play upon starting with the following Argenteum Astrum.

The second track is a delicious flame of sci-fi inspired adrenaline coaxed stoner rock ‘n’ roll, a merger of Motorhead and Red Fang with the sinews of Black Tusk rippling throughout its contagious charge. The band is equally unafraid to twist and shift things around within the charge, a slow melodic croon teasing the senses midway in for a mesmeric enticement that tempers and compliments the sturdy riffery and thumping rhythms. It is the first of a few pinnacles closely followed by the mighty seduction of Heliolith, a track where grooves entice places which should never be felt up in public and riffs cage thoughts of escape with resourcefulness and irresistible addictiveness.

The dual assault of Horror In Clay and I’m Your Dad bring the album to another peak, the first with a blues crafted energy and rampancy which flirts with the passions through evolving gaits and inquiring sonic imagination whilst its successor, the best track on the album is pure undiluted bruising rock ‘n’ roll. Part early Queens Of The Stone Age and part Black Sabbath with a spattering of Trucker Diablo, the song emerges as a unique and exhilarating blaze of voracious enterprise to ignite a greater rabidity to the already spawned hunger for the album.

Following the decent but out of place amongst the other tracks instrumental Waking Sleep, Sons of Huns unleashes another incendiary device for the passions with the intensive infection of Planet No. 9, another track where grooves are as epidemically inciting as the riffs and rhythmic confrontation. With strong vocal harmonies to aid the always enjoyable delivery of Hughes and Tanabe, the track storms the barricades with charm and insatiable energy aligned to aggressive endeavour and addiction forging adventure. Seriously challenging for best song on Banishment Ritual it gives a tall order for the rest of the album to live up to.

Both the smouldering lure of Lord of Illusion and the garage rock escapade of instrumental Rollin’ the Dice make a fine if unsuccessful attempt, the pair as many of the tracks breeding a psychedelic air to their stoner and blues emissions, whilst Super Kanpai Rainbow steps up to the plate with an impossibly infectious temptation of garage punk and metal merged into a psychedelic psyche taunting with sonic colour as vibrant and transfixing as the imagination spawning its intriguing and thrilling offering.

Completed by final stoneresque fire of Oroboros, The Sword meets Led Zeppelin to give a whiff of its heat, Banishment Ritual is an outstanding release which makes a stronger persuasion with every encounter.  Maybe not strong on originality but towering in every other aspect, it is an outstanding full length debut placing Sons of Huns towards the frontline of stoner/blues metal.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 03/12/2013

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I Am Duckeye – Husband

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If you are one to have been welcomingly violated and recruited by the basement level persuasion of Australians I Am Duckeye and their Punching Dicks EP, whose title song once embraced has the habit of repeating on its victims at the most inopportune moments, then the thought of their debut album will have juices leaking and erections of hunger ripe for feeding. Husband is a thunderous dose of punk and metal coaxed aural below the waist salaciousness which leaves expectations of hearing something very good in the release potent underestimation. It is an outstanding album which offers slabs of prime rock ‘n’ roll for the lyrical and mischievous deviancy to rampage within.

Formed in 2008 I am Duckeye fuse comedy and riotous fun with a contagious and impressively crafted mesh of punk, rock, and metal. Imagine a back street union between Kevin Bloody Wilson, The Dickies, and Melvins, whilst Alberto Y Los Trios Paranoias and The Wildhearts add their ounce of liquid expulsions to the recipe. Consisting of founders, guitarists/vocalists and twin brothers Sam and Matt ‘Mattness’ Haycroft, who also play in Sydonia, Afterwhite and Chico Flash respectively, bassist Jules (also in Dirty F), and drummer Sean (Sydonia), the Melbourne band has already laid down a legacy of three EPs, videos, and a wealth of YouTube Duckisodes which will have mothers and grandmothers deep in their coffin’s resting place. Husband is undoubtedly their finest piece of irreverence yet and one which musically is a thrilling and imaginative monster. Containing fifteen tracks wrapped in the excellent artwork of Julian Medor (Dirty F) and unique photography by Randy Blythe (Lamb Of God), the album is a comedy rock juggernaut which is so much more than just a slab of naughtiness.

The album launches upon ear and senses with S’whale, the opening call of the sperm named creature meeting heavy rhythms and4pg or Multi pg Booklet V2.ai hungry riffs whilst the adjoining bass offers a throat full of snarling temptation. Into its productive and intimidating stride the vocals begin expelling the ‘educational’ narrative whilst the sounds carve out a formidable and infectious course of metal infectiousness with loud whispers of the likes of Trucker Diablo.

    Tea Baggin’ continues the metallic predatory sounds, its carnivorous riffs and bass seduction ridden by dual anthemic vocal enticement coated in gang persuasion. With lyrics which you can rightly assume are not about the merits of starting the day with a choice of Ceylon, China, or Lapsang Souchong sourced beverage sparking grins and more within the high octane growl of a song, the album already has inspired an impressed and lustful passion for its body further cemented with the likes of the punk ‘n’ roll blaze of It’s Time and the twisting noise rock punk engrained Whateva (Dude). It has to be said that even if the rest of the album had sucked like a Granny with no sense of direction we would have been enthusing vociferously about the release because of the opening quartet of tracks. Thankfully it just continues to rape sensibilities and unleash sounds which corrupt and wonderfully gnaw at the ear with craft and fierce antagonism not forgetting varied invention.

The wine appreciation of Corkin’, only joking, with its intensive niggling grind of riffs and climatic call, and the manic schizoid fuelled rummage of the senses Ung again leave passions alight, the latter with an evolving almost Primus like creative bedlam, whilst Brown Eyed Guy is a classic rock fired furnace of sexual temptation which again only drives the album deeper into the passions.

Without reeling out every track and leaving things for you to discover, quite simply Husband carries on diversifying its bait with devious enterprise, the likes of the exceptional and musically twisted Chode To Jesus, the exhausting predatory punk/rock bruiser Prolapse, and the leviathan The Riff, a track laden with riffs of course, all which would leave Mastodon dribbling in to their beards, engineering greater greed for its bad mannered ingenuity. Right there amongst them is also the anthem of all anthems of band and the world, Punching Dicks. The song is prime punk rock, lyrical repetition and simple construction breeding the purest infection which is like an epidemic, once consumed as mentioned it rears its insatiable head at any moment it chooses in thoughts, its presence breeding a Tourette’s like need to expel its call whether on a train, at a family reunion, funeral, or a Justin Beiber concert, though that last one is acceptable and pure instruction.

With the magnetic and disorientating inventive stumbling of Shadow Pogs and the insanity caressing closing title track, Husband is simply brilliant. Actually we have almost mentioned all the songs despite the earlier intent so note both Slag Bank and Rabbit Kick and you have the full complement of the aberrational glories. I Am Duckeye certainly lead to bad behaviour as they stake a claim as one of our own obsessions masked under favourite bands, just be brave and let them lure you into their clutches too.

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10/10

RingMaster 07/06/2013

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The Goddamn Electric – Snake Bite

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Whether rioting in the ear or slowly burning off the hairs on wilting flesh with smouldering intensity, Snake Bite the debut album from UK rock band The Goddamn Electric, is a thrilling and strikingly crafted release. It takes just one listen to the ten tracks to know that British rock is in safe accomplished hands with bands like the Manchester quartet, their mix of contagious and powerful riffs with equally potent rhythms and a whiskey soaked gravelly vocal delivery winding up the passions until they break out in mutual hunger and energy

Formed in 2010 and taking their name from a Pantera song, The Goddamn Electric combine influences from the likes of GnR, Life of Agony, Pantera, Metallica, Down, AC/DC, Biffy Clyro, Motorhead, Clutch, Red Fang, Orange Goblin, and many more into their own tempered sound. The rich inspirations certainly go to make an album which is not breaking down barriers of uniqueness but in exchange Snake Bite offers up an experience and craft which numerous other similarly sound clad bands would sell their grandmothers for. It is a snarling and passionate multi-flavoured rampage which inspires nothing less than deep satisfaction and enthusiastic involvement.

As soon as the first fiery riffs of opener Loyal To The Sinner open up their arms the weight of the album is apparent especially 34__400x320_image_12once the drums unleash their muscle and the bass begins its constant growl.  With vocals spilling passionate bear like quarrel from every syllable to add further texture and expression to the encounter, and the guitars sending shards of sonic craft and temptation across the southern infused sounds, the contagion of the start is irresistible and sets up a real appetite for what is to follow.

Morning Injection bounces around the ear with a blues temperament and energetic hunger to continue the strong start if not quite to the level of its predecessor whilst the next up Scarecrow and Jealous Contradiction take things to a new pasture of pleasure. The first takes the passions on a rampage of deviously addictive riffs and insatiable energy though it also makes pit stops from its charge into emotive and melodically swept breathers that keep things in check and intriguing. It is a virulently compelling piece of stoner and classic rock fusion that tempts limbs and voice into its anthemic persuasion rewarding with a blistering solo that sends a heat haze around the ear. It makes a challenge for its successor to live up to but that it does with a glorious southern twang to its slowly dawning melodic swagger. Like looking into a fire it dances before the senses and thoughts, inviting emotions and ideas to play with its whispering suggestions before sending explosive flames of sonic grandeur into the roof of its exceptional triumph. One of the pinnacles on what is a constantly impressive release it is a mighty signpost to the album.

The carnivorous bass temptation of Something More sets off another furnace of exhausting enterprise before passing over to another plateau of excellence in Revive And Survive. With a punk drive to its metallic voracity, the track expands its horizons with a blaze of instinct igniting rock ‘ n’ roll, it unleashing shards of sonic flames and anthemic group vocal recruitment whilst never losing its spine of rapacious energy, though the whole song is one to call to the passions.

The blues enriched title track smoulders and twists with traditional flavouring and breath; again it is hard to say there is anything new working on the ear but its lure and expression is riveting so there is never, like for the album, an issue when it provides such an invigorating time. Both Too Dirty and Holding Me send further wholly engaging and enterprising treats straight down the ear to the passions, the first with a sleaze rock mischief to its hard rock honesty and the other through a hazy atmosphere over a mouth drying desert walking adventure which explodes with shafts of blazing sun and fire across its enthralling narrative. It is a stunning finale to an outstanding album.

Well there is one more track on the album, San Francisco, but made up of part silence than instrumental which in length is barely over the minute mark combined, it seems a little…well pointless…though that was only until learning it is an outro/teaser to the opening track on the next album. Snake Bite is an excellent release, an album which places The Goddamn Electric alongside the likes of Godsized and Trucker Diablo, as the drivers of British rock.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 06/06/2013

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Trucker Diablo – Songs of Iron

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If The Devil Rhythm, the debut album from Northern Ireland rockers Trucker Diablo set your passions racing, than hold onto your gear sticks as the juggernaut has returned with second album Songs of Iron. Cut from the same template and loaded with the same high grade fuel of rock ‘n’ roll as its predecessor, the new fourteen track release burns another riveting expanse of intensive rubber on to the road The Devil Rhythm left ablaze for another irresistible contagious fury of rebellious rock.

Since forming in 2008, Trucker Diablo has been on an accelerated rise, the band consisting of four friends who united to unleash music they have a full passion for whilst employing experiences gained in the ranks of Joyrider and TILTED to full potency, making deep lingering marks by the day. It was not long after starting that the band was reaping acclaim and support with their live performances, the likes of Ricky Warwick, Ginger Wildheart, Joe Elliot, Damon Johnson, and Cormac Neeson endorsing their rising presence. Supporting and playing alongside bands such as Foo Fighters, Terrorvision, Anthrax, and Thin Lizzy in shows and festival as well as their own intensive touring has only reinforced their stature with The Devil Rhythm marking another impressive statement in their ascent last year.

Released through Ripple Music, Songs of Iron explodes from its very first second never letting up through to its final sizzling lick of300energy. Red Light On opens up the brawl with heated riffs and concussive beats beckoning the ear around the snarling temptation offered with intimidating power by bassist Glenn Harrison. It is an immediate hook to the senses and lays an inviting canvas for the impressive vocals spread and shared between guitarists Tom Harte and Simon Haddock. Thumping rhythms and big boned riffs seize the air with strong craft and energy to taking the listener on a contagious and commanding ride, a charge which makes no demands but incites a full involvement with its muscular intent. With melodies and barbed hooks, not forgetting the scintillating solo, as striking as the rippling sinews framing them the song is a pleasing start soon surpassed by the excellent Year Of The Truck.

From the first note the song gnaws in the ear with savage rapacious hunger, the riffs iron clad and as intrusive as any Meshuggah or Mastodon could conjure and lying somewhere in between the two in voice, ensnaring the passions with intensive persuasion whilst the drums of Terry Crawford cage all with crisp and potent invention. It is again the bass growl of Harrison which seals the ardour in tight, one of the highlights of the last album just as riveting and viciously seductive this time around in nothing but impressive attributes offered by all members on  Songs of Iron. Virulently anthemic and catchy, the track launches an irresistible call on voice and limbs for a full involvement and contribution towards its gasoline burn up, though all the songs have that power in varying degrees.

The southern rock toned stance of passion and enterprise, The Rebel steps up next to leave further irresistible inducement working on the passions. Loud whispers of ZZ Top and Black Label Society add their rich vapours to the track and single from the release, a song which with ease accelerates the heart rate, and beyond safety levels one suspects such its epidemic call. It is a staggering start to the album which is continued now into the heart of the release through the likes of Drive, the outstanding Not So Superstar and its dirty brew of scorching rock ‘n’ roll, and the melodic hard rock honed The Streets Run Red, whilst others such as the muscle bruising Lie to Me and the emotive ballad Maybe You’re the One bring further variety and depth forward. Admittedly not all the tracks ignite the same heights of passion as others but there is never a moment where satisfaction is left half-filled or the stirring skill and invention of the band not openly there to be hailed.

Further especially enriching highlights come through the crushing Bulldozer, where again that bass rips the senses to tattered remnants of their former self aided by corrosively greedy riffs and rhythms whilst the anthem bearing chorus and group harmonies light a melodic fire to sear the wounds, When’s it Gonna Rain with its seriously chunky riffs and southern heat, and best track on the album Shame On You. The last of these three has a swagger which like it’s delicious grooves is an addiction of toxic suasion, its lure permanent and deeply entrenched in thought and heart by its end, the delicious addiction cast by devil spawn riffs and rabid rhythms wrapped in a sonic furnace.

Completed by the excellent I Want To Party With You, a song giving you exactly what it desires, Songs of Iron is an exceptional slab of rock ‘n’ roll, all songs mentioned and left for your discovery pure adrenaline raising pleasure. There is no boundary breaking going on here just riotous rampage within what is one of the most exhilarating albums this year so far, and that is more than good enough for us.

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9/10

RingMaster 14/05/2013

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Mammoth Mammoth: Vol: III Hell’s Likely

   

    Wonderfully bruising and insatiably riotous Australian rockers Mammoth Mammoth are primed to ignite the world in a furious and unapologetic dirty brawl of rock n roll. The quartet has taken their homeland by storm and with the release of the second album, Vol: III Hell’s Likely, are poised to set about the rest of the world and it is hard to think of what is going to stop them after all it only took the first third of the opening song on the album to make us life time enlistees in their mischief.

Released on Napalm Records, Vol: III Hell’s Likely is the first official introduction for Europe and the world, unleashing seven new songs (eight for the vinyl version with an extra exclusive track on not on the CD) as well as including the extra bonus of tracks from their 2008 debut self-titled EP, another five raw and equally thumping encounters, on all formats. The album does not exactly bring anything new to the table but whips up familiar sounds into incendiary and flavoursome new confrontations to fall in league with. The tracks are riff driven, like a thunderous juggernaut whose driver never touches the wheel with hands which are busy creating alternative hungry conjurations, but remains unerringly direct and deliberate in intent and ferocity.  Their sound as mentioned is unbridled rock n roll which comes with extra lashings of punk and stoner rock, the band at times sounding like the middle finger of a union between  Motorhead, Eyehategod, Trucker Diablo, and Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers. It is immediately persuasive and with ease have senses and emotions rampaging as eagerly as the sounds inciting them.

Consisting of vocalist Mikey Tucker, guitarist Ben Couzens, bassist Pete Bell, and Frank Trobbiani on drums, the band has built up a massive reputation for their sounds and explosive live shows which alongside their well-received EP and first album Mammoth in 2009, has placed them as one of the hottest and impressive rock bands in Australia. Whether they replicate that beyond their home borders time will tell but it is hard to imagine the Melbourne band failing to make a major impression.

The song Hells Likely opens up the feast of energy and merciless riffing and as stated earlier was no slouch in immediately picking up new fans for the band. It is an adrenaline fuelled sonic eighteen wheeler with no regard for the use of breaks apart just slowing slightly for a ‘melodic corner’. To be honest there is not a lot to point out on the song, it is all about the riffs with equally compulsive punk vocals and storming harmonies adding their own badgering intent. There is not much else within the song to deviate it from its focused path and it is simply glorious, just how uncomplicated compelling rock music should be.

The following Go next fuses some sinewy hard rock to a slight stoner air whilst still offering a core of breath taking riffs and undiluted energy. It is not the ferocious storm of its predecessor but is still an equally impacting creation of melodic scarring and slamming rhythms alongside greedy riffs. The scorched solo and sonic display of Couzens adds extra spice to the deeply satisfying track, and arguably though it does not go anywhere new there are no complaints available when it is nevertheless so rewarding.

The coarse punk onslaught of Bare Bones adds another pleasing variation whilst (Up All Night) Demons to Fight and Sitting Pretty both offer a blues lilt especially in the second of the two. Whilst neither live up to the earlier rampant songs both leave one enthused and eagerly compliant with their contagion. Listening to them you can imagine some people focusing on the fact that again there is nothing truly unique about the tracks  and release, and they are arguably right but ignoring that the band just satisfies every other element and demand you can ask of a rock band, Mammoth Mammoth short changes nobody.

Rivalling the opener for best track is I Want It Too, a track setting free an irresistible sonic wasp of a groove which if anything could have brought an even deeper sting within the squalling fuzzy guitar sonics and irrepressible riffs. Nevertheless the classic rock soaked song is as persistent as it is sharply crafted and again leaves one breathless at its sonically corrosive departure.

Closing with the excellent Danzig touching shadow crawling Bury Me the album is a real treat and set to bring the band to wide attention. The bonus tracks suffer production wise and pale against the album, but all and in particular Let’s Roll, Slacker, and the outstanding The Bad Oil provide further welcome pleasures to devour. Rock  music has never been hungrier thanks to bands like Mammoth Mammoth, time for us all to join their rampage.

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RingMaster 29/11/2012

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Velvet Star: All Or Nothing

If All Or Nothing the new EP from UK rockers Velvet Star is like for us your first introduction to the band then hold tight for one high energy heart bursting ride of pure rock n roll. It is an adrenaline rush to leave one breathless and exhilarated. Whether the release offers anything openly new is arguable but it really does not matter when the songs making up the EP are so deeply satisfying and invigorating.

The quartet from Yorkshire began in 2007 with brothers Danny (vocals) and Corey(bass) Jones. The following years saw plenty of line-up changes as well as their well received debut album In The Face Of Vanity through Rocksector Records. Featuring on the cover CD of Classic Rock as well as playing across the UK alongside the likes of Faster Pussycat, The Treatment, Star Rats, GUN, and Vains of Jenna to name a few, has also marked the rise of the band to date, something the new release will surely take to greater places.

Spring of this year saw another change with the addition of guitarists Mewsy (Ex SilverJet) and Robbie G (Ex Slash Vegas) to the band alongside the brothers and drummer Ginna, as Velvet Star set in motion the beginning of All or Nothing. Recorded alongside Matt Elliss (Black Spiders), the EP finds the band returning bigger, mightier, and with an increased determination and passion, the songs themselves the open proof.

The release opens the riotous fun with Bring It On, a thumping attitude driven feast of snarling bass riffs and scything guitar strikes. An immediate bruising friend to take on all comers, the track has the pulse racing and militancy flaring from its combative energy and fiery melodic guitar streaks of sound. With muscles bulging and chest fully extended, the infectious rampage just ignites the passions in a storm of insatiable and rewarding pure rock n roll, something the very best releases always manage to do.

From such an impressive and triumphant start things actually get even better, the release finding elevated plateaus track after track. The following Crash & Burn is a greedy heavy footed gem, a blistering stomp sounding like a mix of Buckcherry, Dope, and Marilyn Mansion wrapped in a healthy piece of Trucker Diablo aggressive energy.  It has a slower swagger than the opener but a scorching groove which captivates the imagination with wanton ease. If listening to the time bomb of contagion your toes, feet, limbs, and heart are not in motion with its stroll… then call the paramedics, you may be at deaths door, such its irresistible lure.

It is hard to find any flaw with the songs or release, nor the inventive songwriting and skilled delivery, other than there is only four songs, greed taking over as the EP boils the senses persistently. Glad You’ve Gone is a great blues soaked slab of rock majesty, the over catchy chorus and magnificent guitar work from Mewsy and Robbie G manna from rock heaven whilst the vocals just glow and the rhythms seize and lift passions higher .

The closing Overrated without doubt takes top honours, the punk n roll rampage an unstoppable juggernaut of feisty intent and breathtaking energy. Impossibly infectious, the track takes full control of voice and body let alone passion as it refuses to leave until you are joining in with its unbridled enthusiasm and siren heart. Midway through a totally unexpected break into a quite quirky moment which one would expect from a Faith No More, bursts free. It appears from nowhere and departs just as simply but works wonderfully as the mischief of the band leaves a final wink.

All Or Nothing is simply brilliant and Velvet Star one of the great new pleasures for The RingMaster Review this year, make them one of yours too is our only advice.

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RingMaster 25/10/2012

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The Fat Dukes Of Fuck: Honey From The Lips Of An Angel

The creators of new album Honey From The Lips Of An Angel is a band revelling in subtlety and warm tender moments to fill the heart with emotion and reassurance… yeah and we always wear pink tutus and Doc Martens when reviewing music. Well the latter might have some truth to its but one thing you can never accuse The Fat Dukes Of Fuck of being is sensitive or worried about appearing PC. You can though throw accusations of creating riotously fun, fully infectious, quality dirty rock n roll at the band and they will stick firmly.  Honey From The Lips Of An Angel is a glorious and irreverent slap around the senses brought with mightily addictive sounds and a mischievousness which only pulls one willingly and eagerly into its heart.

The album is an aggressive crash upon the senses brought through an excellent brew of punk, metal, and filth lined rock n roll. The tracks rampage through and toy with the ear like a riot instigated by the combined aural profanity of Suicidal Tendencies, Trucker Diablo, The Damned, Clutch, ZZ Top and the Melvins. You can add some early Beastie Boys and Sabbath too, their sound expansive in invention and contagious in its recognisable seeds and maniacal interpretation. The Fat Dukes Of Fuck is a band where having fun and taking the piss is instinct ran wild but musically they leave nothing floundering in mediocrity or flabby imagination, these guys know how to brew impressive and inciteful rock n roll to recruit the passions.

Consisting of founders vocalist Brent Lynch and guitarist Jarrod Miller alongside bassist Jason Lamb and drummer Jeremy Brenton (also in doom metalers Demon Lung), the Vegas based quartet immediately drop a cluster bomb of funk dripping grooves and punked up energy upon the ear through opener The Mighty Bulge. The vocals are caustically twisting whilst the guitar splices the air with scorched and venomous mischief. Hyperactive and brilliantly impossible to guess its next move, the track easily fires up the strongest greedy reactions, the blatant lyrical content as sure to open ear to ear grins as the sounds, especially the hungry bass gnawing, are going to trigger open adoration.

   Sorry About Your Dick with its taunting groove and vocal pointing lifts the senses even higher, a blistering onslaught of ravenous energy and spiralling vocals with that mentioned tightly wound groove a wanton hussy, which ignites even bigger flames of pleasure. Uncomplicated, to the point, and the instigator of primal lustful intentions, the song and album are aural locker-room pornography and insatiably pleasing.

With Oral Agenda stepping up next one could almost assume it was turning into a concept album of sorts, but the fiery track is just the step to greater sins and delights starting with the Prelude to the Greatest Night of Your Life, a heavy rub upon the ear with sonic vocal squalls and bridging melodic incursions from within the steady nibbling riffing. It has a classic rock breath to its restrained stomp which is linked to further funk swaggering, imagine early Red Hot Chili Peppers in a bruising encounter with Red Fang and Melvins and you get a taste of the sonic tonguing in the ear going on.

    Honey From The Lips Of An Angel is magnificent with its best moment coming in the outstanding Step Aside and Let That Fucker Dance. The track mesmerises and enchants whilst exposing our natural irreverence through simply hilarious lyrics and inspirational multi directional musical invention. Dancing through the ear like a dad at a wedding, coordination awry and discord deliciously toning every chant, the song is immensely contagious and sheer brilliance.

Tracks like the punk driven Cigarette, the rhythmically teasing I Killed a Small Child with its abrasive vaunt, and the southern fried melodic cruising Let My People Grow, just pile on more unbridled unruly behaviour and sounds to spawn only deeper need and satisfaction. The closing title track ensures a final slice of raucous provocation, its impure heart and carnivalesque stroll like dark music hall, well if created and produced by Mike Patton, The Cardiacs, and 6:33.

    Honey From The Lips Of An Angel is definitely one the best albums to emerge this year whilst The Fat Dukes Of Fuck isthat out of control, crude, irrepressibly funny, best friend you always wanted to riot with.

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RingMaster 24/09/2012

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Defy All Reason: Shake it

A strong and eager rock song can be one of the best flavours to lose oneself within to simply forget the trials and tribulations of any day. The new single from North Wales band Defy All Reason, is a fine example and a track which sets the band up as one to watch closely over the months ahead. Shake It is a muscular and confident slab of heavy rock with essences of blues seeping into its keen veins of Southern rock, and a song that easily inspires eagerness to hear more from the band.

Formed in the closing months of 2011, the Wrexham quartet of Gavin Jones (vocalist/guitar), Darren Jones (guitar), Lee Shenton (bass), and James Radhi (drums), rose from the ashes of local bands. They were four friends who came together to put their experience and mutual musical vision, drive and determination into a new exciting band and sound. Recently signed to Teesside based independent record label Satellite Records the band releases Shake It their debut single on July 2nd

Shake It bustles in on groove loaded riffs that rile up the heart rate and a melodic rock energy wrapped tightly around them. The vocals harmonies are nicely raw whilst the infectious heart of the song expands the further it rumbles through the ear. With a touch of Trucker Diablo and Black Stone Cherry to it the song is a fully satisfying and pleasing slab of rock n roll.

The band is working on their debut EP for later in the year and after Shake it the anticipation is sure to be high. Possibly the band have yet to find the final definition to their sound but the single suggests that is well in hand  and the future is vibrant for Defy all Reasons.

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RingMaster 12/05/2012

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Grifter: Self Titled

The end of last year saw many a fan and media source excited by the self titled debut from UK trio Grifter. The release slipped past us then but having finally been introduced to its enthused and energetic rock n roll we just had to share it here in case you too had escaped its initial emergence. Quite simply the release is unadulterated and straight forward rock music for the heart and aural bar room liquor to intoxicate the ear. The band do not offer up anything particularly new or groundbreaking but other than label stable mates at Ripple Music, Trucker Diablo, it is hard to bring to mind another band that does it with the same accomplished quality and passion with which this band does.

Grifter formed in 2003 as a quartet well for their debut gig anyway. The show saw the vocalist quit on stage and the band has remained a threesome of vocalist/guitarist Ollie, bassist Phil, and drummer Foz, ever since. From day one they have riled up and excited people with their honest heart borne rock sounds, big teasing riffs, and high octane rock n roll. As their music and reputation grew to draw in a wider and more eager fan base across the south west of the UK the band released their Elephantine demo in 2005. Favourable reviews rolled in and they found themselves the attention of Fury 76 Records with whom they recorded the High Unholy Mighty Rollin’ EP the following year, its actual release not coming until 2008 and again to very favourable reviews. The band were then approached to do a track for a compilation by Catacomb Records which led to their second EP The Simplicity of the Riff is Key in 2010 and again on the label. Last year saw them contribute to a split EP release with Stone Axe, Sun Gods In Exile and Mighty High on Ripple Music, a success that has seen them now release through Ripple again their first album.

Grifter the band and album encapsulate rock n roll, their sound and songs bringing the best from an obviously thick blanket of influences and turning them into their own irrepressible heart fuelled music. As the album plays you are reminded of the likes of Black Sabbath, Thin Lizzy, Clutch, Stone Axe, Motorhead and ZZ Top as well as to a lesser but as important degree bands like Orange Goblin, and Kyuss. Classic rock, hard rock, stoner, blues and southern rock are all in the rich heady and thrilling concoction, a sound with no demands asked and no unrequited emotions taken, Grifter is full of rock music at its best given with heart, energy and fun, and made for people like themselves, rockers.

The tracks whistle by due to the way they pull one in straight away to party with the band, the likes of the southern tinged stirring opener Good Day For Bad News, Alabama Hot Pocket with its muscle flexing rhythms, and Young Blood, Old Veins with a stoner swagger and middle finger offering, leaving the pulse racing and breath looking for air to re-energise ready for more of the same insatiable, exhaustive and rampant sounds.

Every song on the album offers a bottle of double strength rock to become light headed from. It is full of sure and tight riffs leading one down to dirty deeds and rhythms that draw willing and impossible to resist contortions of limbs and energy. Some tracks do have more of the devil in them than others though like the wanton groove driven Strip Club, a song that seduces and teases with all the tricks of a bar pole dancer, the rockabilly toned Buck Tooth Woman where the band have a sure touch of The Stray Cats about them, and Bean with its classic UK hard rock flavouring. As mentioned all the tracks hit the spot perfectly and have the desired effect  of pulling one to their feet to participate to some degree even the closing bluesy acoustic lined ballad Gone Blues. Once in its stride the song has lighters, voices and bodies swaying in unity with its mesmeric groove.

Grifter is an excellent rock n roll album, no more and certainly no less. It does not have to be anything more as it and the band deliver eleven pieces of pure and delicious rock music, what could be better?

Ringmaster 20/04/2012

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Trucker Diablo: The Devil Rhythm

The album title might be The Devil Rhythm but whether the horned one could handle this juggernaut of a release from Irish rock band Trucker Diablo is very debateable. The release is an unrelenting brake off, throttle down, explosion of rock n roll. It twists, turns and writhes through every essential rock sound and ideal to emerge a fully accomplished and most of all a deeply exciting pulse racing slab of joy.

Trucker Diablo started laying down sizzling rubber from its formation in 2008, the band simply four friends coming together to make the music they loved. Of course the fact the members had already made a mark and gained strong experience with previous bands Joyrider and TILTED could only have gone to add something extra to their new band, an extra that helped grab local attention and acclaim immediately and soon further afield. The band also leap to the attention of the likes of Ricky Warwick (The Almighty/Thin Lizzy) who also features on one track on the album, and Joe Elliot (Def Leppard) to name two, with their infectiously catchy and robust rock sounds.  Now with the re-release of The Devil Rhythm through Ripple Music, the album initially a self release in 2010, there is an over powering air and belief that this is their time.

The quartet of guitarist/vocalists Tom Harte and Simon Haddock, bassist Glenn Harrison, and drummer Terry Crawford, create a strap it on and get down type of rock n roll, their sounds an irrepressible and potent thick mass of eager hungry riffs and courting seductive melodies all wrapped in to an infectious and captivating bundle of essential sound. As they march through the ear with arms open the songs are like long time buddies that you already know and love but each offering something new and stirring every time you welcome them in, the opening track Drink Beer, Destroy, an immediate evidence. The track waves from afar at first with an eager distant riff before driving and rumbling forward with a parade of powerful riffs and hearty forceful rhythms fuelled by an insatiable energy, and already The Devil Rhythm sounds like an album with the biggest enthused heart heard in a long time. With a delicious snarling bass line and guitars that whip one into a frenzy the song is sheer musical gold, a treasure one never wishes to leave alone.

Juggernaut continues the powerful onslaught with a fusion of thunderous riffs and vibrant melodic enterprise. Featuring Warwick, the song teases with more guzzling riffs and rumble strip shaking rhythms whilst the melodic sing-a-long chorus sweeps up all into appliance and in joining in. The song as with a lot of the album does not offer anything blindingly new but it is hard to think without a very long and probably fruitless deliberation of many bands that bring it on as brilliantly as Trucker Diablo.

Every song goes straight for the heart with little resistance before them. From the southern tinged Big Truck, through the punk rock flavoured Stand Up and Fight, on to the Buckcherry come eighties feeling Dirty Love, and the Seetherish sounding When Angels Die though that band has never sounded this mighty, songs never fail to engage fully and gloriously. Trucker Diablo is a hard rock band as a base but they add so much to send their sound up to heights and power most bands can only dream of. The key of course is that for all the power the band generates and energy they consume the ear with their craft and insightful use of melodies and textures is second to none and adds a depth to their music and songs like Rattlehead and Never Too Late To Sin (featuring Matt Fitzsimons) to name two more that sets them apart.

The Devil Rhythm is simply one of the most gratifying pleasures heard in a long time and proof that well written and enthusiastically driven rock n roll takes second place to nothing. Trucker Diablo will be massive, no question, it is just a matter of if it is this month or the next…

RingMaster 02/04/2012

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