Scott “Deluxe” Drake and guitarist Jeff Fieldhouse have been rock n roll lifers from The Humpers through Lovesores and now as Guerrilla Teens. True Garage punk n roll legends whose output and CV are absolutely class and right up there with the best of em. Quite simply, they don’t do bad records, and that’s a fact I’ll fight you for.

When the email dropped to announce new music from the band, I was excited, and that fire wasn’t extinguished when I saw it was merely an EP and not a full-blown record of new tunes. Quite simply, these guys, ably assisted by Saul Koll on guitar, Tim Connolly on drums, and Anna Andersen on bass, have sold their collective souls to the devil in exchange for the secret spices that cook up this unholy racket we call garage punk rock n roll handed down by the spirit of Little Richard and Chuck Berry through the Dolls and Stooges and a dash of those MC5s. The Guerrilla Teens have the chops, and it would seem the tunes.

From the opening salvo of unadulterated, blissed-out rock n roll of the title track, it shows that history matters and if you are locked in like Jagger and Richards or McCartney and Lennon or Thunders and Johansen, then the music will take care of everything else, and it’s the only reason you need to plug in and create an unholy racket that’s addictive and bloody great to shove into your ears.

Saul has been part of the furniture since way back when 8 ft tender and lovesores were delivering the business, and his work here, trading licks with Fieldhouse, is the perfect foil for Drake to be the ringleader, throwing out the words that bring it all together into one wonderful, beautiful noise. It’s rock n roll, baby – it’s loud, aggressive, and often thunderous but always wonderful. From ‘Under The Dagger’ to ‘Monkeys Paw’ to the here and now, Guerrilla Teens should be on your most wanted list. ‘Ghost Of New Orleans’ tells the tale of Johnny Thunders through the medium of some pretty awesome guitar licks borrowed from the good and great. Simply awesome, and it’s followed by the rumble of ‘Gravedigger’, which is the sound of a runaway steam train thundering down the tracks, sounding vital and with boundless energy; it’s a joy to hear that some bands still give a shit and can deliver in spades.

I won’t spoil it for you if you promise to get out there after reading this and pick up a copy, and if you need to, I highly recommend picking up the rest of the catalogue; it’s essential listening. Looking and sounding more than good, Guerrilla Teens are bang on the fuckin money; just get em in your ear.

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Author: Dom Daley