Sunday, February 19, 2017

Bad Luck Gamblers "Casino Maldito"

(Hot Jail Records 2016)

Casino Maldito
Like A Bat
Terror Train
Rusty T-Bucket
Thylanicus Attack
Somebody Stole My Pet Possum
Drinking With The Devil
Shoulder Mount
No Chips No Chicks

The prize for longest time between albums must surely go to Brazil's Bad Luck Gamblers. Their first album "Don't Bet On Us" was released back in 2007 for Jaysus sake. Now that they've finally got off their arses and went back in to the studio, was it worth the wait? Too fuckin' right it was. The first album was a rough diamond...this is a finely polished one. There's no letup at all with the tempo of this thing. It's all speed limit breaking stuff. Maniacal is the word I'm looking for. I can here a twist of that Reverend Horton Heat guitar sound mixed in with some South American overtones. The trio of musicians extraordinaire have unleashed an album with 10 ditties of musical dexterity that feature some nice touches in the studio which make the listener sit up and take notice. The chord progressions give the songs the gold medal winning honours of being excellently executed psycho-rockabilly with an air of malevolence. The Bad Luck Gamblers make me proud to be part of a scene where real talent is order of the day, unlike the auto-tuned, rehashed, unoriginal over-produced bollocks that clogs up the airwaves to placate the millions of mass media brainwashed sheep that think Little Mix are a "band".

The O'Prez

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Batmobile "Brand New Blisters"

(Butler Records 2017)

Rock & Roll And Alcohol
Save My Soul
Never Gonna Stop
Motherfuckin' Hippie
Spider Sylvia
From The Get Go
Wild Wild Man
Fucked Up
It's Rock & Roll
Rest In Peace
Big Bob

Ever since Jeroen Haamers and the boys touched my ears inappropriately back in 1985, I've always felt that Batmobile were/are thee quintessential purveyors of that European psychobilly/neo rockabilly sound. Then when they came out with their fanzine solely aimed at the Irish audience, Bonk O'Beat, well, that was it for me. Many's the night I spent shaking my fist vigorously at the TV screen watching their VHS tapes. My emotion was such that there wasn't a tissue left in the shops for miles around. Batmobile released a batch of studio albums between 1985 and 1997 that I loved in equal measure. I thought we had a steady relationship. Then nothing. Sure, they released the odd track here and there, a split album, Jeroen had a side project, there were some YouTube clips of him doing acoustic solo numbers, but it just wasn't the same. I wanted a Batmobile gangbang. Just the four of us, like it used to be. Then came the teasing hints there might be a new album. I didn't pay too much attention as more often than not, these things never come to fruition. But fuck me pink only it did happen. Twenty years after Welcome To Planet Cheese the lads are back with Brand New Blisters. Jeroen wrote me a love missive asking if we could rekindle our romance and he got the record company to send me a review copy of the new album. I in turn purchased every tissue for miles around once more and bought a Fleshlight and awaited the album's arrival. Now for the serious bit...I got the album a few weeks ago and have been listening to it on and off ever since. I made some notes upon the first listen to see if my impressions would change because I wasn't too enamoured by it on first listen. I noted it was more of a rock and roll Batmobile as opposed to the neo/psycho Batmobile of yesteryear. However, the more I listened the more these first impressions began to fade and the more my love for EVERY fucking song on the album began to grow. It IS that classic Batmobile sound albeit with a rougher rock and roll edge as I alluded to in my initial notes.  It can't be easy for a band like Batmobile to go back into the studio with 15 new self-penned songs. I mean, they have a back catalogue of psychobilly classics unlike no other band, so they must have been a bit apprehensive about how new material would be received by the hordes who have a set ideology of what they expect from Batmobile. As bands progress, and especially after such a long time between albums, some bands can progress so much that they actually alienate their audience. I had no preconceived notions whatsoever about this album. What I did know was that I'd either love it or loathe it. I grew to love it. Now I can't get enough of it. The thing is full of brand new Batmobile classics. But they're not relying on past glories here. They're not simply rehashing that trademark sound that made them so popular. This stuff is fresh as fuck. Yes it sounds like Batmobile, of course it does, they wrote every song on the album, but it's not just a half-arsed attempt to make a few quid off the back of their previous output. Let me put it this way, it's like how every Batmobile album that came before this one sounded different, but you knew it was Batmobile...well this carries on that tradition. Christ Almighty this a fucking stellar return to the studio from Batmobile. I haven't listened to anything over and over again this much in a long time. It actually makes me happy! Maybe because it can transport me back through the decades of previous Batmobile albums and the memories that go along with them and then beam me right back to the present where I realise what I'm listening to is a new release from a band whose music I have always loved and whose members I have always held in the highest regard. 
The album will be released on March 3rd and is available now to pre-order from the Batmobile webshop on shiny beermat and sexy vinyl formats. Links below as usual....
The O'Prez

Saturday, January 21, 2017

The Terrorsurfs "Zomboid Surf Attack"

(Sharawaji Records 2016)

Horror Face
Ape Cape
Demon Stink Eye
Dust Off My Boots Part 1
Dust Off My Boots Part 2
Schlock Wave
Loco Dinosaurio
King Twang
Drive Them Beasts Hard
The Spy Who Surfed Me
Surf Bomb
It Came From A Toxic Waste Pipe

Hot on the heels of the début single "Surf Bomb" comes the début album "Zomboid Surf Attack" and I've been shimmying around the sitting room in me grass skirt ever since its arrival. On an ironing board. Released on Sharawaji Records, it's available on limited edition CD in sexy digipak and digital download for all those impatient bastards that don't see the attraction of having 4.7 inches of pleasure in their hands. I know a CD is 4.7 inches because I measured one with my shlong. Form an orderly queue ladies. Anyway, now that I've seduced everyone, there are riffs aplenty to be had here and oodles of twang. Intermingled with the surf freak-out material are some very dark, atmospheric tunes, sometimes straying into spaghetti western territory. Now while the more uptempo tunes are indeed surf, it's not your typical happy surf. This stuff has a menacing edge to it. The three lads have combined their talents to produce an album that has quality stamped all over it in every respect. They really do put the power in to power surf. Their stage presence also matches the sounds emanating from their speakers to a tee. Click on the links below to check out these boys and buy the album and support one of the best power surf bands to come out of England since....power surf became a thing!

The O'Prez

Knuckles "First Fury"

 (Crazy Love Records 2017)
Mouth Wide Slut
Needlehill Outlaw
Devils Eyes
Dust & Bones
Port Royal
Bad Gin
Necropolis Railway
Drunken Fury
Blackout Boogie

What have we here then? I'd never heard of Knuckles until this album seemed to appear out of nowhere on Crazy Love. Interest piqued (before I received the album) I had a gander around the world wide web...well...Facebook and discovered it's actually a bit of a super group comprising of members from three Finnish outfits. Namely, punk'n'roll combo Hasta la Vista Social Club, Cosmic Cockfish Jukebox and Jalkiabortti. Now I have to admit, out of those three, only Cosmic Cockfish Jukebox are in my CD collection. So I "kind of" had an idea of what the band may be all about and I wasn't too far off the mark. But with that said, it's a lot more explosive than I thought it would be. It's high octane stuff and no mistake. The slap bass rhythm of psychobilly blended with the punch in the throat delivery of punk'n'roll. The lads have an angry, violent sound. A soundtrack for street fights. Equal parts rockin' twang and punk crunch. The production is pristine and the songs have those melodies and choruses where you can easily visualise being pummelled in the pit. If you look past the initial aggression of the music, you'll find some clever and very well written lyrics to boot. You could call em passionate...but not in the romantic sense...more-so in the anger issues sense! Just the way I like it. The album is available on CD, black vinyl and limited edition silver vinyl (103 hand numbered copies). Links to buy all that sexiness below...

The O'Prez

Knuckles on Facebook
Buy the CD
Buy the Black Vinyl
Buy the Silver Vinyl
Hellacious Harmonies on Facebook

Saturday, January 14, 2017

The Autopsies "A Memoir From The Morgue"

(Killjoy Records 2016)


First of all, I want to thank The Autopsies for being so considerate as to write single-title songs which drastically cuts down on the amount of time it takes to type track listings. However, typing a paragraph of thanks has just ruined the whole thing. Thanks for nothing The Autopsies!
But anyway, out now on Killjoy Records, this Los Angeles trio have unleashed their first platter upon the inhabitants of the psychobilly underworld. As usual with Killjoy, there's a variety of colours. Good auld black and limited copies in clear, yellow and red vinyl. Kicking things off is Autopsy, a mid-paced (by psychobilly standards) stomper of a tune that blurs the lines between growling psychobilly and velvety horror punk. A winning combination. Tempo-changes aplenty too. Brandon has a fine voice which he changes when going between the aforementioned genres. I prefer his natural voice as opposed to the more raucous psychobilly one. But that's just me. Rumble is a reverb drenched instrumental with equal parts great guitar, slap bass and drums. Roswell is very in-your-face American psychobilly. What I mean by that is, to my well-honed ears I don't hear much of an influence from the early European psychobilly sound. It has that harder US edge akin to Los Gatos Locos. The slap bass sounds great on here which to me is an essential ingredient which very often gets drowned out in the mix. The lads seem to be influenced by punk just as much as by psychobilly/neo rockabilly as the sound does cross over melodically in to punk territory more than psychobilly in parts. But not too much. It never ceases to amaze me how tough looking fuckers like The Autopsies can be such talented musicians. If you saw em on the street you'd think they'd be more likely to mug you than serenade you with a song.

The O'Prez

Friday, January 13, 2017

Mental Bait "Psycho Party"

(Brainbug Records 2016)

Slot Hell
Novinky Loony Bin
Death Race
Psycho Party

It's been a couple of years since Mental Bait kicked us in the bollocks (or fanny...hi girls) with their début album. I remember my attention was well and truly grabbed by the man-marbles with that record. Well, much to my sonic delight, the lads are back with a sexy new 4 track EP on Brainbug Records. It's a limited edition (300 copies) blue wax blisterer of a release. Our Oscar Hertin has been drafted in on art de farty duties and as you'd expect he's done an excellent job. God he makes me sick. Musically it's the perfect progression from the first album. Production-wise it has a fuller sound. But then that's to be expected as the boys are now a four-piece outfit with an additional guitar player. Keeping true to form there's some catchy-as-fuck song writing with sing-a-long choruses featuring that anthemic feel they captured so well on their previous output. Ballsy hard man psychobilly with oodles of attitude and chanting backing vocals. I fuckin' love it me. The only problem I have with this release is that it's too short. I'm gagging for the next full length...wait, that doesn't sound right...and I'm still on that sex offenders register...I am most looking forward to the next album as it will be numerically superior in the tunes department. yes, that's it.

The O'Prez

Monday, December 12, 2016

Mikey Classic And His Lonesome Spur "Mikey Classic And His Lonesome Spur"

(Broken Neck Records 2016)

Feed The Fire
Climbing Up The Walls
Bow Down To No Man
Wicked Day
No More Games
Sun & Moon
The Oil Field's Burning
Pass Me The Bottle
Y'All Motherfuckers Need Jesus
The End Of My Rope

As solo albums go this really is "solo" along the same lines as one-man band exponents like Bloodshot Bill and Hasil Adkins. Now reissued on heavy weight vinyl by Broken Neck Records, the album originally saw the light of day back in 2014 on Farmaggedon Records. Mikey Classic is a well known and highly respected artist across all facets of the sub-cultural music scene. Taking time out from his front-man duties with The Goddamn Gallows, Mikey sings and plays his heart out while exploring the more rootsy, stripped down elements of what can broadly be described as Americana. Featuring Mikey on vocals, guitar, banjo and kick-drum, it just goes to show what a talented artisan of all-things musically pure and raw he is. There's no over-production or polish to this album. It's heartfelt, honest music which ranges from folk to delta blues to bluegrass to Southern rock. For all the maniacal playing and singing, the lyrics show Mikey is a deep thinker and modern-day poet for the ordinary working class man (or woman...I'm not yes, not sexist). There's a nice balance between the songs with loads of anger and those slower ditties with loads of raw emotion. What I really like about Mikey Classic's vocals are his tendency to go into a falsetto yodel every now and again and there's plenty of that to be heard here. This is the kind of record that makes me want to go for a few pints with Mikey and have a ballad session ensue where by the end of the night, after having a right knees-up we're all crying in to our Guinness. The album is available on limited green, limited red and good auld black vinyl for us colour blind gobshites.

The O'Prez