Wanton – Harmageddon Get-Together

After their recent introduction as the newest member of the Undead Artists family though the label’s compilation album Monster Mash-Up, we had real eagerness to check out the new album from Finnish psychobilly outfit Wanton. Their track was a potent teaser to their forthcoming second album, but only hinting at the bloody fun and raw adventure which was discovered within Harmageddon Get-Together.

Hailing from Rauma on the Finnish west coast, Wanton infuse a healthy dose of punk and instinctive rock ‘n’ roll in their psychobilly bred sound, a mix giving it a strain of individuality which sparks the imagination. and creates the visceral captivation cast by the Häiriö Piirinen recorded and Toni Randell mixed and mastered Harmageddon Get-Together. Wrapped in the artwork of Saara Jansson, the album casts its horror bound Intro before hitting the ground running with Fun ‘n’ Gore. With swinging beats from Eetu Ritakorpi aligned to the plucked throbbing of Santeri Toivonen’s double bass, the track is swiftly into its darkly aired stroll with swagger as compelling as the suggestive melodies and scything riffs from the guitar of Oskari Nieminen.  There is no escaping the predacious tone of the song, its gait never forceful but more a stalking of ears as the grisly growl of vocalist Santeri Kero prowls. Even so, its catchy swing is openly lively and persuasive, leading ears to a truly seductive chorus and more flirtatious enterprise. Like a mix of Demented Are go and Zombie Ghost Train, it is an irresistible full start to the album quickly matched by its successor.

Censor This! is just as tenacious and catchy, Toivonen driving the temptation with his resonating strings as a rockabilly seeded guitar jangle courts the vocal growling of Kero. It is an easy going and simple to get involved in roar leaving a lingering snarl even as the excellent theatre and rapacious intent of Bump In The Night brings its ghostly haunts to bear on ears and imagination quickly after. Shadows line its corners, infection its vaunt as body and spirit bounces to its eager twists and turns. Nieminen’s guitar again spins a web of intrigue and melodic adventure, keys just as keen to toy with the senses as they spook the atmosphere.

DAG again comes to mind as 21st Century Haunting stomps through ears next, riffs and grooves compelling incitement within a web of imagination before Town Of Nihilo serenades with its suggestive caresses. Of course that initial smoulder is soon a feisty blaze as riffs and rhythms escape their restraints. Throughout the song they are caught and escape again and again as the western air of the song coats the senses with its sultry embrace.

There is a touch of cowpunk to next up Cyanide & Arsenic too, the song featuring a duet between Kero and an unknown but seductive female companion. It is like a bend of The Hillbilly Moon Explosion and The Only Ones when vocalist Peter Perrett dueted with Penetration front woman Pauline Murray and quite captivating, charming ears ready for the rhythmically skittish and hungrily infectious Meteors scented Scare Tactics And Human Frights. As in all tracks, Wanton soon sculpt their own creative character, an identity subsequently turning the outstanding Hyde into an insatiably addictive proposal with Ritakorpi ‘s anthemically stabbing beats and Toivonen’s pulsing riff the virulent heart to the enticing tangle of varied guitar and vocal devilry.

From one big highlight to another as Dystopia romps and rumbles with riotous intent and contagious endeavour straight after. It carries all the ingredients and zeal to ignite instincts and revitalise the spirit; psychobilly to leave the body and soul uninhibited. It is a prowess just as impressively found within the raw mouth-watering quick step of Second Coming and the passions nagging rockabilly bred Front Row Ticket. Imagine The Comets under the leadership of P Paul Fenech and you get a sense of the joy found in the latter alone.

Drama and attitude fuel the escapades of Vendetta next, where melodies and grooves are just as dangerous as the rhythmic and vocal trespass enslaving the appetite, while Infected is a corpse strewn infestation of senses clipping beats, brooding basslines, and sonic clang, all dripping decay and raw temptation as putrefied raw vocals scowl. Both are a trespass to devour and on their own a reason to declare Harmageddon Get-Together is a must.

The album’s fine conclusion is provided by the cleaner cut presence of The End; a warm and seriously enticing slice of boisterous balladry which may be missing some of the sparks of those before it but only leaves behind a lingering greed for more.

Psychobilly is blessed with some truly exciting potential loaded bands at this moment in time but, such the mighty assault of Harmageddon Get-Together, it is easy to suggest that Wanton have stolen a march on them all.

Harmageddon Get-Together is released April 1st through Undead Artists with pre-ordering available now @ https://wantonpsycho.bandcamp.com/music

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Pete RingMaster 17/03/2017

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Bad Luck Gamblers – Casino Maldito

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We are not sure how big the Brazilian psychobilly scene is but if Bad Luck Gamblers are anything to go by, it is a bold and raucously creative pasture. The trio from Sao Paulo make a riotously enjoyable taster for it with their new album, Casino Maldito, a stomping proposal sure to be a constant involvement in our playlists hereon in and inciting a greedy appetite to know and hear more of the scene it is bred from.

Formed in 2004, Bad Luck Gamblers infuse their psychobilly exploits with just as potent strains of rockabilly, country, and punk rock; it all entangling into virulent slices of rock ‘n’ roll in thrilling evidence on their second album. Its predecessor Don’t Bet on Us appeared in 2008; a well-received debut chosen by their homeland’s music magazine Rockpress as one of the top 25 Brazilian underground albums of that year. Equally live the band has increasingly impressed and whipped up a fevered fan base, sharing stages with the likes of Slim Jim Phantom, Frantic Flintstones, Mad Sin, AstroZombies, and Gorilla among a great many. 2010 saw Bad Luck Gamblers make their first European tour with shows in France, Holland, Germany, and Belgium playing the Sjock festival as part of their successful venture. Casino Maldito will ensure the band is keenly welcomed back over this side of the globe and that a great many more eager ears are aware of the threesome of vocalist/guitarist Joe Marshall, who we thank for bringing his band to our attention, slap bassist/backing vocalist Maniac Biffs and drummer Renan Pigmew.

The album’s title track kicks things off, Casino Maldito an addictive liquor of spicy grooves and flirtatious rhythms prone to fiery outbursts of tempestuous mischief. Vocally and with his invasive hooks, Marshall snares ears, the rhythmic dance of his companions equally as compelling as twists and turns come with salacious enterprise. Biff’s slaps are like a puppeteer for feet, Pigmew’s tenacious beats boisterous bait whilst combined the trio seize body and spirit with their devilish stomping.

artwork_casino_RingMasterReviewFrom the contagious mayhem of the opener, the album intensifies its temptation through Like a Bat. It uncages an even more intensive nagging of body and senses, its rousing persuasion and infernal swing cored by a delicious hook swiftly infesting the imagination and passions with vampiric hunger before 8% uncages its own attitude loaded roar. Like a mix of Demented Are Go and Zombie Ghost Train, the song has the body leaping eagerly in union with its own physical prowess. A cowpunk spicing just adds to the fiercely agreeable romp, the album getting better and bolder with every passing minute.

The darker threat of Terror Train is next; its carnally visceral character equipped with toxic grooves and predatory rhythms as well as a mix of melodically nurtured ingredients carrying a Batmobile lining to their seduction. The track is a snarling beast welcomingly preying on the imagination and setting it up for the tangy gasoline fuelled Rusty T-Bucket. The band discover yet another hook to drool over, bass slaps and swinging beats courting it’s tempting as Marshall vocally romps in the midst of it all.

Thylacinus Attack provides the instrumental suggestiveness all good psychobilly releases conjure, the guitar painting a picture as rhythms bounce before the country infused Somebody Stole my Pet Possum mischievously dances in ears with a grin on its creative face and straight after Drinking with the Devil strikes it’s sinister deal with the dark one in a melodic waltz of bedlam bred rhythms and an evolving landscape of fevered melody driven revelry and sultry seduction.

The variety in the Bad Luck Gamblers sound ensures the album is a bag of pleasing diversity continued in the wiry web of enterprise that is Shoulder Mount, a punk bred encounter with imposing rockabilly seeded riffs and raw surf hued melodies. As with all tracks, there is no escaping the freely given involvement of feet and hips with the track, a submission just as eagerly shred with closing track No Chips No Chicks, another cowpunk lined romp to get breathless over. The fact that its richly enjoyable presence is the weakest moment of Casino Maldito shows the quality and might of the album, the song bringing the release to a fine, greed sparking conclusion.

Casino Maldito is a must for all psychobilly/rock ‘n’ roll fans and Bad Luck Gamblers a band deserving the luck to bring them to global attention within the genre. Meanwhile we are off to explore what other treats lay within the Brazilian scene, come join us.

Casino Maldito is available now via Hot Jail Records @ https://badluckgamblers.bandcamp.com/releases

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Pete RingMaster 28/02/2017

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Motel Transylvania – They Dig After Midnight

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If your local graveyard seems a bit dull, feeling a touch lifeless, then an invitation to Italian rockers Motel Transylvania and their new EP They Dig After Midnight will be sure to get things ravenously rocking again. Fusing horror punk and psychobilly in a salaciously dirty punk ‘n’ roll stomp, the Savona hailing trio whip up a keen revelry with their latest encounter, create a sonic hex able to get decayed bodies jerking in tandem with the moves of the living. It is raw, untamed, and an easy trigger for excitement over its wares and the open potential of the band to dig down to deeper success ahead.

Formed in the final throes of 2013, Motel Transylvania began as a solo project for stand-up drummer/vocalist Toxi Ghoul. Within a few months it had grown by two more corpses with the addition of bassist/backing vocalist Vec and guitarist Eli. Inspirations to the band’s sound include, unsurprisingly listening to They Dig After Midnight, Misfits, Zombie Ghost Train, Mad Sin, and Demented Are Go, whilst equally the likes of Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 and The Order Of The Fly spring to mind at times across the release. Fair to say though, the Motel Transylvania sound breeds its own character from that healthy mix of influences, resulting in a compelling and thoroughly enjoyable introduction for ears to their tenacious incitements.

From the scenery setting Intro and its dank atmosphere around cinematically gothic and carnival-esque suggestiveness, They Dig After Midnight explodes into life with the rousing Go Psycho! Rhythms and swipes of guitar grab ears from the first breath of the track, Toxi subsequently reinforcing the bait and hold with a solo roll of addictive beats before everything unites again in a heated invitation. The grizzly tones of his vocals growl just as potently as the bass of Vec drops an addiction lighting bassline through the fiery mist from Eli’s guitar, and though the track never explodes into rowdy life as it might it becomes more persistent in its catchy temptation with every rhythmic swing and caustic hook. There is a moment when a thought arose that if The Rezillos were psychobilly, they would sound something like this, a hint to the virulence and mischievous charm fuelling the encounter.

They Dig After Midnight_RingMaster Review   The track Motel Transylvania comes next and immediately makes a more forceful but equally infectious blaze of sound and intent. Group calls make an early pungent lure, they sparking the more belligerently energetic heart of the track within a body and nature carrying a contagious provocation with an always welcome Misfits scent to its grouchy temptation.

There is a great strength of variety within They Dig After Midnight, the first pair of songs quick evidence backed by the rockabilly revelry and psychobilly irritation of The Room. Like Guana Batz meets Norm and The Nightmarez whilst digging in a punk grave, the track rocks and rolls like a devil hound on heat. The bone splitting beats of Toxi are a prime instigator of the raucous toxicity fiercely pleasing ears with guitar and bass similarly devilish and antagonistic cohorts.

Summer In the Grave arrives on the sound of waves lapping a dark beach, the guitar carrying a matching tone in its surf lined charm as calm vocals caress ears. There is a devilish wink to the moment though, one which spins a subsequent slim bodied and irresistible Tiger Army meets Buzzcocks rock ‘n’ roll tale with a further glint in its punkish eye. Its warm light within romancing shadows is a thrilling proposal quickly contrasted by the carnivorous temptation of Night of the Living Dead. Graves are emptied as The Meteors toned predation spins a deliciously essential hook as a core to rapacious grooves and hungrily badgering rhythms, they matched by the rabid urgency and snarl of the vocals. The track is glorious, one of the biggest highlights of the album especially with its venomous swagger midway setting up another tempest of savage rock ‘n roll.

It is a triumph more than matched by It’s Not So Bad, the band’s recent single. Slipping in on a heavy noir coated bassline, becoming more vocal with another of the irresistible hooks and grooved enterprise the band has already shown themselves to be potent at sculpting, the song is like a skeletal tango. Its elements unite to form and wrap the song’s volatile frame, offering individual dances in the making of one boisterous romp. There is an old black and white animated film showing skeletons in a demented shuffle, bones twisting and coming unravelled but simultaneously performing an increasingly compelling devilry; It’s Not So Bad is a sonic equivalent.

The release closes with I Wanna Be Your Ghoul, a Morricone-esque croon within a sultry climate scattered with spicy hooks for a dark blood-coated romance for the imagination. It is not a track which grabs the psyche and passions as forcibly as its companions within They Dig After Midnight though but still only pleases as it reveals another strain of imagination in the Motel Transylvania songwriting and sound.

As They Dig After Midnight infests ears for another thoroughly enjoyable romp whilst writing final thoughts, expectations are that Motel Transylvania has all the potential to grow into a formidable and even more striking proposition, and no doubt with plenty more successes like this littering the way.

They Dig After Midnight will be dug up and unleashed on December 18th via Undead Artists.

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Pete RingMaster 17/12/2015

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Dead By Dawn – Dead Time Stories

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You can never have enough ghouls rocking the breath from your lungs by our reckoning, so it is great lusty pleasure that we bring you Dead Time Stories the new EP from UK horrorbillies Dead By Dawn. It offers four tracks, which like a swarm of the undead, unleash contagious bloodlust and decayed virulence across relentless stomps which increasingly become ravenously addictive.

Dead By Dawn rose from the cold dank earth in 2013; escaping graveyards in the North East of England and coming together to brew a plague of rockabilly, punk, and ska; all strains soaked in horror. Before their enrolling in the walking dead, the band’s members earned their musical claws and experiences playing in a host of hard rock, punk, metal, and ska bands. Their subsequent resurrection as Dead By Dawn has already seen the release of the well-received Re-Animation EP and attention grabbing debut album 13 Nightmares. Now it is Dead Time Stories prowling the nation and devouring the psyche with one thoroughly welcome and thrilling rock ‘n’ roll rampage.

The defilement starts with Romero & Ghouliet, its first touch a raw scraping of riffs quickly bolstered by the deeds of Shovel, who with a name like that you just know will be the drummer. His beats are like sledgehammers on the senses as guitarist Dead Bundy weaves a tendril of sultry enterprise around the mischievously alluring voice of Siouxsie Psycho once she joins the already forcibly infectious proposal. Her string prowess backs up her joyful vocal enticement and the spicy grooves of Dead Bundy whilst Ruby Morgue swings thick lures from her upright bass like a big boned seductress. It is striking stuff with a smiling chorus so catchy it borders on candy pop and works superbly within the predatory and salaciously enticing sounds around it.

Deadtime-Stories_RingMaster ReviewThe great start to the EP only get musically juicier and more creatively ravenous as Bloodlust: Hellbound Hearts takes over. Shovel brings the song in on a rousing roll of his ever intimidating beats, the guitars adding their lures swiftly as boisterous riffs and another web of wicked grooves and sonic endeavour escapes, their temptation lined with an exciting tinge of discord. The track’s body continues to rock like a dog in heat, bass and drums cultivating an addictive swing over which guitars devilishly prowl and Siouxsie spreads her siren-esque intent.

The Dead By Dawn sound lies somewhere between HorrorPops, The Bloodstrings, and Dragster but continues to find its own increasingly unique character as shown over the band’s trio of releases and indeed American Mary. The third track on the EP leaps from a slither of a cinematic tempting into a rhythmic stalking draped in punk hooks and intoxicated grooves, the guitar’s winey lure as compelling as the psychobilly growl uncaged alongside them. A whiff of The Creepshow and Zombie Ghost Train seeps through in different ways from within the bracing dark tango but again it only colours a heart bred devouring which is primarily Dead By Dawn.

Dead Time Stories saves the best till last in the mouth-watering heavy canter of its title track. Once more hooks and grooves provide a constant supply of inescapable traps laced with delicious discord whilst the band unleash their inner vocal bedlam around enchantress lures laid by Siouxsie’s delivery. There is great simplicity to the infection loaded bait uncaged within Dead By Dawn songs but it is with instinctive imagination and craft that it becomes so successfully woven into fiercer, predacious exploits without either contrast losing its impact. The final track, with another impossible not to get involved in chorus, is the perfect example as it gives a rousing end to one exhilarating encounter.

It might be fair to say that Dead By Dawn is still looking for their majorly unique sound but when they do, and you feel they certainly will on the evidence of Dead Time Stories, there is little to stop them finding real success ahead; though the fact that every genre of heavy music it seems has at least one band with the same name might be a shadow the band has to escape from too.

The Dead Time Stories EP is available now

Pete RingMaster 23/09/2015

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The Grave Slaves -Roam with the Dead

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The perfect soundtrack to the rampage of the darkest ruinous shadows expelled from head stone violated revengeful corpses; Roam with the Dead is a storming unrelenting feast of prime psychobilly veined with venomous whispers of punk, rockabilly, and horror punk. Unleashed by Orange County rioters The Grave Slaves, the album is an irresistible and mischievous maelstrom of essential sounds and thrilling energy conjured into an encounter which is tagged as gothabilly. The release is a treat which devours the ear and passions in exchange for the deepest ravenous rewards and unbridled pleasure, it is a two way rapture which leaves one drooling with lust for much more.

There is not much to the background of the band we can tell you about apart from the quartet of vocalist/guitarist Jaysin Graves, lead guitarist Blood Sweat Brett, bassist Sideshow, and drummer Johnny Nails being the perpetrators of the lingering passion which erupts for their tasty sounds, but their sensational release we can enthuse about with knowledge and ardour. Consisting of fourteen graveyard screams forged upon thunderous rhythms, barbarous bass brawls, and hunger driven riffs, the album seizes the heart from the opening strains of track one right through to its final parting spiteful whisper. It draws from the wells providing the previously mentioned sounds before filtrating them through the band’s own expressive venom for a stirring rampant treat.

Opener Suicide breezes in on sirens and an announcement giving fair warning of the carnage to follow. Leaping on all brave enough255440_421125601279594_1964325353_n to stick around the song bursts into romping bass taunts and scarring riffs driven by the impressive vocals of Graves. The track is one which does not venture too far from its core and arguably from the sound one expects from a psychobilly track but nevertheless feeds every desire you could have. The great solo from the guitar of Graves is an additional pleasing flame within the open tempest of villainous musical intent on the charge.

From the strong start things really pick up through firstly the haunting throes of What Have I Become and then a sensational trio of violations soon after. The second song on the release though dances with the ear like a demonic dervish brought through sizzling guitar caresses and exhausting energy. Again the rhythms of the song demand attention but make full payment with their anthemic potency whilst the vocals and heart of the track breathes vibrantly from within a Misfits/Calabrese like gait.

The impressive three prong attack which takes things to even greater triumphant lust comes in the feisty shapes of Outlaw, Maybe Tonight, and Lies. The first track is a delicious uproar of provoking rhythms and compelling riffs surrounding a contagious groove and middle finger charged vocals. It has an air of Nekromantix and Skitzo to its defiant tone and easily has one submissive to its towering excellence. Maybe Some Day is the same in effect, the slowly dawning prowl of the track lifting to a compelling stroll once into its stride. Again the vocals of Graves and the group chants ignite the need to join in whilst the sounds ripple with sinews which ebb and flow through skilled enterprise. The gentler surge of the song leads to the rampaging glory of Lies, a track which grabs the heart and whirls it on a fevered dance of deathly rhythms and expressive melodies. More horror punk than psychobilly in many ways it is a sensational brew from the two genres and pure contagion.

Every track in all honesty is immense and deserves a mention but further personal favourite and highlights come in the psycho pop Devil In Disguise which includes a great flame of harmonica from guest Tony The Harp Man G, the Resurex/Zombie Ghost Train spiced Blood Red, and the excellent instrumental Grave Slaves World which is borne from the same infection causing creative depths that Tiger Army plunder so well.

The schizo treat Crazy Psycho and the final aggressive bruise Till Death also create greater sparks within but every song on the album is a dark tempest to relish and devour with lustful eagerness. Roam with the Dead is a furnace of beatitude and The Grave Slaves one of the best emerging bands within psychobilly and dark tainted rock n roll.

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RingMaster 16/01/2013

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Doctor Caligari: Self Titled E.P

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Giving a voice to the heart of the graveyard and brewing a potent irresistibility to its darkest musical shadows UK psychobilly band Doctor Caligari is a band which leaves the heart inflamed and dark hearted tendencies wide awake. The trio from Cardiff produce mischievous slices of rock which in the shape of their self-titled EP just ignites the fullest passions. With a psychobilly core and a strong breath of rock n roll to its presence the release is a contagious riot of energy, sound, and pleasure.

Doctor Caligari began as the solo project of song writer and guitarist Johnny Horror, the band name taken from 1920 German silent horror film The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, though originally the project was to be called Doctor Caligari’s Secret. As he worked on an EP of songs in the closing darkness of 2011 his search for a vocalist linked him up with former Ghostfire member Mr. E. Together the pair decided to move the project from a studio based band to one also embracing the live arena. Next to be recruited was drummer Gwyn Jones whilst for the recording of the Neil Michael Waters produced EP, the band was joined by bassist Joe Grogan (Graveyard Johnny’s, Estevez) and session drummer Stephen MacLachlan (27th Letter Music).

The release begins with the Western scented Creepy Horror Town, a track with heated skies and a golden eager touch to its doctorcalcdcoverinfectious stroll. The vocals of Mr. E. have a clean yet intimidating tone as he unveils the dark tale whilst the guitar of Horror winds the passions round its every string and note inciting further primal instincts to those teased into play by the stirring bass and drum incitement. The track is a mix of Zombie Ghost Train and Reverend Horton Heat distilled into a refreshing wash of seduction which could grace the latest Tarantino film with ease.

The brilliant She Likes It Spooky steps forward next to unleash its wanton rhythms and compelling grooves. The track stomps through the ear with a viral infection of lingering melodic hooks and rampant rhythms whilst again the great vocals complete the deal for the heart. With his tones on the song one is reminded of Karl Blake in his Shocked Headed Peters guise, the track itself seemingly holding loud whispers of the song I, Bloodbrother Be. As the track romps across its compelling course, voice and limbs are recruited with a not to be denied hunger with a fullest pleasure in place by the time the last delicious note has placed its thrilling touch upon the ear.

The following magnetic storm London After Midnight is just as insatiable and impressive, its transfixing onslaught of thumping rhythms and incendiary sonic teasing an unrelenting joy. The song likes its predecessor riles up the senses with a magnificent embrace of raw edged energy and irresistible rockabilly shadowed playfulness. The guitar of Horror manipulates and taunts with a majestic wink of its eye whilst the bass of Grogan is a pulsating brooding delight adding darker depth against the perpetually excellent vocals. The two tracks side by side make the release an essential psychobilly purchase on their own but the band are if nothing else generous with their quality and thrilling encounters as shown by the next two songs.

The EP is completed by firstly the zombie cored assault The Dirty Dead which offers a senses slapping bass display to drool over whilst once more the guitar lights the skies of a song with sonic flames which burn and seduce. Lastly the outstanding (She’s Got) Corpses in Her Bed is a rampaging bruise of frantic energy and activity from all elements.  It has an unappeasable greed to grab the soul and ignite the feet and as it sets free its unrestrained uproar of sadistic glory with dictating gnawing bass sounds and barbed compelling drums, it simply leaves one exhausted whilst basking in psychobilly at its very best, a statement more than appropriate for the whole of this excellent release.

If you are lucky enough to grab the CD of the EP, but move fast as it is almost sold out, there is the additional triumph of The Curse Of The Monkey’s Paw to get excited over, but even without the song the download version of the EP is a must have for all fans of rock n roll.

Check out The Bone Orchard podcast on January 23rd @ www.audioburger.com for the psychobilly special featuring amongst others this impressive band.

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RingMaster 15/01/2013

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