In early 2023, due to not being in active bands at the time, 4 likeminded friends got together to form DEAD MINT (featuring members of Grey Hairs, Bus Stop Madonna’s, Witches Mark and many more Nottingham bands over the years) Playing a self-styled brand of Garage / Psych / Grunge hybrid and turning up the fuzz is about the right sweet spot to aim for and by the sounds of it they fucking well nailed it.

The debut album is due for release on February 28th 2025 on vinyl and via the usual streaming sites so they really do mean business and aren’t fuckin about. If you mix in a bit of shoegazing with stoner and throw in a healthy (or unhealthy amount of Garage Rock) then you’re just about in that sweet spot and oh, don’t forget to turn it up then turn it up some more. For maximum effect the instrumental ‘FNUB’ is an unholy racket that will shiver yer core in the best/worst possible way and then ‘Rewind The Tape’ is like being lynched in a dark alley and thoroughly enjoying the experience of a good kicking.  

It is indeed a strange brew of musical genres melted together in one molten steaming pot of filthy howling feedback drenched Rock ‘n’ Roll. Hell ‘Dreamers’ is thunderous and could wake Lemmy from his tomb.

They’ve recently had the pleasure of Playing live with Kid Congo Powers, Swami John Reis and Death Valley Girls so you know the company they keep just to help put you in the picture of where these noisy fuckers come from. There might only be nine songs in attendance but when you start windmilling to this you’ll appreciate it’s about the perfect length to stick in your ears. To much of a good thing is often harmful and the headfuck that is the rapid ‘Ride It Out’ with the swirling synths droning in the background as Skintight Tim shovels along the backbeat at a frantic pace it’s like they’re in a rush before the world ends.

It doesn’t end there as ‘The Gift’ is indeed the gift from the volume Gods as you pant for breath before the album finishes the huge echo chamber drone guitar of ‘The Weir’ pours over you its at least respite from the aggressive attack of the previous bunch of songs. there are echos of John Squires if he consumed different drugs and had a cooler record collection. It’s not long before the song speeds up into a canter and then gallops to its conclusion and again another thoroughly enjoyable song pours over me consuming my ears with a wall of sound that I like a lot.

To put the full stop on this fine collection of tunes ‘Bulwell Bogs’ is like a dirtier cousin of Longpigs with the atmosphere and darkness I’ve not heard in a while and having a two-minute instrumental to close off this first chapter is right on point. Pray for me I’m putting on my gum shield and elbow pads and going back in for some more. Lets ave it!

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Author: Dom Daley