As the punchline to many a joke around the RNRF homestead, it’d be silly to think that when a band with a name like “Yur Mum” comes across our request desk they wouldn’t get the attention they so rightly and obviously deserve from us.[Read more…]
Cwn Annwn is a band that you need to know. Period. Pronounced Coon-uh-NOON (Loosely translating as “The Hounds of Hell” in Welsh mythos according to their bio), the St. Paul quintet is delivering the most solid of shreds with the most ferocious and dynamic lead singer on Patron Saint.[Read more…]
The name of the album is Shit City and the first song on the album is “Shit City”. If that doesn’t prove that Norway’s Lonely Kamel has some balls then I don’t know what will. Oh wait, maybe the music! Speaking of the music, the title track which opens this magnificent opus comes off as a less abrasive Motorhead jam. It’s a sprawling 6-minute rawk-fest that serves as the dirty welcome mat for what’s inside so wipe yer shoes, sit down on the couch and enjoy the tunes!
“White Lines” channels Sub Pop-era Chris Cornell with Pepper Keenan tendencies (Thanks to vocalist/guitarist Thomas Brenna) and has a nice little boogie groove thang going on with some nice guitar wails thanks to Brenna and Lukas Paulsen. “Is It Over” gets bluesy with a ’70’s vibe and could easily fit (Along with “White Lines” and “BFD”) on the soundtrack for Dazed & Confused while “I Feel Sick” just goes for broke with some good old fashioned rawk and/or roll (Oh my gahd, the guitars here!!!)
Other highlights include the jam-fest “Seal The Perimiter” with glistening guitar lines and some tumbling percussive blasts thanks to Espen Nesset while Stian Helle’s galloping bass leads the epic “Falling Down” which bleeds into riff rocker “Nightjar” to close out the album.
Is Lonely Kamel reinventing the wheel with Shit City? Not at all. Are they adding a few spokes to make the proverbial wheel even stronger? Hells yes! And at the end of the day, if checking out a new band like Lonely Kamel causes listeners to track down bands like Kyuss, ’70’s-era Ted Nugent (Please gahd, NOT 2014 Nugent!), Motorhead, and countless others then I say more power to them!
Shit City is out now through Napalm Records. You can get yours here.
“Sex Hands are not a garage pop band, they have never practiced in a garage. They never practice.”
And that statement from the press release of Pleh, the masterful debut from Sex Hands, about sums up the ride you’re about to embark on. From the onset, it’s loose and fun but expertly administered to your ears. But don’t try to pigeonhole their sound, though, because after just one listen it’s pretty obvious what Sex Hands is all about: Rockin’ and a rollin’!
“Space Song” is an instrumental jam fest that opens Pleh and could substitute as an updated theme for The Young Ones (RIP Rik Mayall) but it’s “Flat Mate” up next that ultimately sets the tone for the rest of the album piling on jangly guitars in the vein of Caesars with airy vox like The Raveonettes and nods to The Animals.
First single “Pivot” rocks even more in context with the rest of Pleh while “Gay Marriage” is a nostalgia-fest soaked in ’50’s dream Pop. Elsewhere on their debut Sex Hands delve into more quirky territory on “Hairdo”, straight up Pop on “Hot Cheddar” or full on rockers with “On A Break”.
Pleh is out now through Faux Discx/Negative Space. Buy/stream yours here.
To really experience Ravioli Me Away you need to ignore whatever it is I’m blathering on about right now and click on the video for “Cat Call” now.
Has it been three and a half minutes yet? Were you sucked in by the “choreography”? The video’s insane, right? But special. It’s oh so very special and fits with the song perfectly I must say.
The band is Ravioli Me Away and this London-based trio is looking to start some trouble in the music world with the release of their full-length, The Inevitable Release, in August. If it’s anything like “Cat Call”, an empowering anthem on sexism, then it’s bound to be worth a listen or two or three.
The Inevitable Album is out on August 18th through Good Job Records. You can watch “Cat Call” below.
Anything Deathwish Inc or GodCity/Kurt Ballou related immediately piques my interest. Unfortunately, the fact that this one slipped through the cracks and I found out about Beastmilk through a Pantera anniversary issue of Revolver is entirely on me.
Yep, the name is gonna throw you: What kind of music is this? Are they serious? I’m telling you, though, look past the name and go for the meat and potatoes which is, of course, the music!
These Finnish former death metallers have crafted an album that puts Matt Skiba and Alkaline Trio to shame. Add some epic guitar ferocity in there along with some early Danzig and a small helping of Bauhaus for a better view of the “beast” that is Beastmilk.
But man oh man, these songs! “The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls” is an anthem and a half…you know, the kind of song that you just feel deep in your bones and makes you scream along at the top of your lungs during the chorus? “Fear The Mind” is one of THE best rockers out there with ungodly guitar tones that just moves the song to other levels of excellence. “Genocidal Crush” is the post punk single to end all post punk singles with an infectious sing-a-long refrain while “Ghosts Out Of Focus” sets a different mood altogether, slowing down but never stopping the intensity.
The only fault this album has is that it eventually has to end.
Climax was released late last year so you might have missed it but the important thing is that you know about it now so you can go here and get yours.
John Garcia recently revealed that he recorded some vocals for a band called Steak. Being a Garcia/Kyuss/Vista Chino/Slo Burn/Hermano fan, the news piqued my interest and I am happy to report that the music world is about to explode once they get a taste of Steak.
On their most recent (May 2013) release, Corned Beef Colossus, London’s Steak offer up some sumptuous sounds that are bound to fill your ear holes with delight. “Black Milk” opens the 5-track EP with Pepper Keenan-era COC swamp boogie giving way to some fuzzed out Blues For The Red Sun riffage and feels on the, ahem, colossal “Liquid Gold”. Vocalist Kippa is one of those truly exceptional vocalists. Switching from some blues-filled swagger (“Black Milk”) to some fierce growls (“Glanshammar”), Kippa delivers a performance that’s easily worth the price of admission.
That’s not to say the rest of Steak slack at all. The aforementioned “Liquid Gold” is an epic six and half minute masterpiece showcasing Reece’s intense guitar playing while “Acid Dave” hits that Kyuss sweet spot and sets up Cam and Sammy as this generations Reeder and Bjork (Sorry Nick!).