Oh boy, it’s been a while but DBUB fell off the radar and feared missing forever until recently when we got a whisper that they were back and beefier than before and had bought new louder amps and had been working out (probably listening to Manowar and the Priest) because Raw Muscular Power is ROCKIN! that R-OC-K-I-N-! Baby with melodies galore wrapped up in a leather glove with spandex a plenty. Fellow Northern Europeans like Razorbats do this kinda crossover as well and there must be something in the frozen lakes because this shit is contagious and banging with hooks n melodies and Rock and Roll music to make you fall in love with the biz.

The title track kicks things off and boy their stall is set out early doors with a massive hook and all Amps set to 11. The new sound is dumber and rawer by their own admission, and the result is ten excellent radio-friendly rock songs, Mullets, Fascial hair, testosterone and hooks that will have you reaching for the battle jackets and leg warmers before lacing up your high tops. Haley Shae of Sløtface guests on the Paul Stanley-tribute ‘Starchild’ (der) of course this record was going to contain a Paul Stanley tribute song. which sounds like Blondie kicking ass in the modern world before the synth-punk of ‘Therapy’ featuring Mike Krol shows the boys have pulled a few celebrity favours in and expanded the sound and delivery and it’s only enhanced the record further adding different flavours. The song is dirty synth-punk with a rapid pace and melodies coming out of every pour.

‘Dogs Of Hell’ sounds like it’s been here before but is a real highlight as it races along giving your speakers a cheeky caress as it fills the ether with a floor tom rattle that’s just bloody epic. Hell, we’re only halfway through this epic journey and it’s head and shoulders the most fun the band has ever offered up and it’s a party we’re all invited to. ‘Camouflage’ has even got dive bombs on the guitar licks or should that be the Axe Attax?

To close this album off Death By Unga Bunga rage like a beast with their first native language song ‘Ring meg hvis du trenger en venn’ (“Call me if you need a friend” – an appeal to take care of the people around you. Do you need a friend? Or five friends, even? Death By Unga Bunga is there for you, and everyone’s invited now I’m getting the beers in and ringing round for the ladies we’ll pick you up in the fun bus in 15 minutes be there or be square this party will be the thing of legend. Death By Unga Bunga kick ass in 2025 and this is the ten-track proof simply epic now go buy it and join the party. Arena Rock meets dirty punk rock and chugs a beer before diving in the gene pool to fuck with us all. Top Notch as Lemmy would say.

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Author: Dom Daley