Gothenburg’s drunk’n’roll/hardcore-punk wrecking crew Spøgelse are back to remind you what punk is supposed to feel like: loud, raw, and one beer away from total collapse. Their second album, Spøgelse II, lands this October via Welfare Sounds & Records, packing fifteen tracks that hit like a fist to the jaw for anyone sick of polished, overproduced punk.
Born in the deep Swedish woods but raised on Gothenburg afterparties, Spøgelse have spent the past five years cramming into beat-up cars, dragging gear across highways, and spilling beer on every stage reckless enough to host them. Their mission hasn’t changed: fast riffs, feral live energy, and no compromises.
Spøgelse II is my first taste of the band, so it’s a good jumping-off point, knowing I only have to dig a little for the back catalogue. No Bubblegum pop punk happening here. Right from the starting line its thunderous unleashing of hellfire and fury, and that just the opening three quarters of a minute it takes to put you right in the cross hairs of what Spøgelse are all about. It’s the fury of early Damned married to Motorhead with the volume stuck on eleven, no time to fuck about, otherwise these beers will get spilt and go warm. ‘All Go’ crashes into ‘Terrible Head’ before we all have a ‘Meltdown’.
Crash, Bang, Wallop, I love it when some punk bands just cut loose and fuck shit up and head down a Zeke path blasting out the tunes that get them excited, and if you dig it, then hop on for the ride, if not then don’t forget to shut the door on your way out. The guitars sound like they’re being flogged into oblivion with some brutal riff-a-rama being handed out. It’s a fine art to play this fast ‘Sober Curious’, ‘Beer’ ‘, Speedfreaks’. There’s a theme developing here, kids, so just don’t try this at home, leave it to the experts.
The energy is relentless, but the songs are of quality Hell, they even indulge in a bit of Thrash riffage on ‘Kick Them Where IT Hurts’ in all its prog-like length of just over two minutes, to be fair it might well be my favourite track on a very impressive album. The grunt on the bass guitar of ‘In My Way Again’ is stinkingly good. You also get your money’s worth as there are fifteen tracks on offer here, and as we head towards the inevitable come down when it’s all come to a shuddering halt, we get some pro skating lyrics before their tongue is firmly planted in their cheeks for ‘To Fat For Satan’
Stay pissed. Stay punk. But place this rampant mofo on your turntable to help you along the way, best zeked up punk album I’ve heard in quite a while, go get a copy, kids, it’s a beast. Cheers.
Tønsberg, Norway — After more than a decade of carving their own unruly path, The Mansters return with ‘Snapshots from a Shitshow’, their most confident and unapologetic album to date.
Once firmly planted in hardcore, The Mansters have gradually stripped away genre constraints, letting instinct, irreverence, and raw energy lead the way. Sure, it’s still pretty rapid, and to the lazy listene,r it would still be simply hardcore without substance, but as soon as the needle drops and you get balls deep into the opener, there is a whole lot more besides going on under the hood of this hot rod rocket ride.
If there is a Scandinavian sound to a lot of these bands, then so be it. There is comonality between the harder edges of Turbonegro, Zugly and the mighty Gluecifer, and to absorb all of that and more, the result is a melting pot of goodness that spans the full spectrum of punk, metal and everything in between. Intense, melodic, raw, and Joyful, often all at once.
‘The World is My Ulcer’ sets the tone. A great sounding record would be the first thign I noticed before the songs unleashed some great playing and really well written songs. ‘to the shoegaze-tinged closer, ‘Snapshots from a Shitshow’ delivers a self-aware, chaotic ride through punk, hardcore, and rock and to manage that to such a high standard isn’t easy nor is it easy to dish up such a strong set of songs. ‘Lessons In Giving Up’ has a wonderful gurgling bass thump with an excellent melody. The band don’t take themselves too seriously and takes aim at themselves, society, and everything in between.
Lyrically, the album dives into common themes but delivers them with a sense of humour and self-awareness, giving the record a warmth and big heart vibes. Living in the modern age, of course, it’s all about ‘I Should Be Getting More Likes’ (you and me bot,h guys, you and me both). Playing on words and song titles or well-known phrases seems to be a theme in that part of the world, so of course, there’s a song called ‘Run To The Pils.
In an era of noise and posturing, The Mansters prove that punk still thrives when it’s honest, self-aware, and free from pretension. Oh, and an album bursting with top tunes, so it’s a win-win there then go search this record out, it won’t disappoint pinky promise.
“A bit like Sleaford Mods, but if Jason Williamson had spent the 80s and early 90s rolling about beer-soaked punk rock stages and community centre floors as front man of the legendary Cowboy Killers, and Andrew Fearn was a prolific bass player having toured the world gig circuit as part of the mighty Dub War. OK, nothing like Sleaford Mods then.”
“A glimpse into a dystopian future with executions as a public distraction and the industry of entertainment and souvenirs built around them.”
A sonic shift from previous albums, bringing to mind the garage hardcore of Reagan Youth combined with the “Power of Lard”
Roots firmly in punk underground, previous albums “Working Class Holocaust” and “Bring Me The Head Of..” have sold out direct from Beddis’ Newport record shop and label Kriminal Records. This is the first material to make it onto streaming sites.
TRAUMA, the Welsh duo’s third albu,m is now pre-selling HERE
ALBUM LAUNCH GIG CONFIRMED FOR OCTOBER 23RD AT THE 229, LONDON. TICKETS AVAILABLE HERE:
Featuring thirteen tracks of future-drenched psychedelic Sci-Fi laden punk-rock n’ roll, following on from their (astounding) debut “SawnOff Shotgold” which landed a mere 5 short years ago, Circle 60 return once more with their new opus “Gods Of Dimension”, due for release October 24th via Octophonic Records.
CIRCLE 60 – once described as “a neuer Klang sonic assemblage of psychedelic-punk art and Sci-fi melodics” are composed of members and collaborators of Gorillaz, Muse, Delakota, Penguin Cafe, Senseless Things, Loup GarouX and more. Taking their “kaleidoscopic katalysts” from early British hallucinogenic pop and raw punk abandon – they deliver a “heady messy concoction of neural disturbance and explosive rock action, Verstehen?”
Today, listeners are treated to another sweet taste of the album’s charms in new single ‘The Sonic Invisible’. It’s an explosive melee that effortlessly manages, in less than three minutes, to perfectly encapsulate Circle 60’s union of punk frenzy and swirling garage psychedelia.
“The Sonic Invisible track is inspired by an underground club night that takes place in various clandestine locations around the UK. “A spiral staircase navigating your mind” – its members believe that there is a cogniscient force that pulses throughout, and outside of, all creation – an all-pervasive vibration that penetrates the totality of existence,” explains Circle 60’s spokesperson, The Octopus. “It is beyond thought and beyond definition. And it’s undetectable – unvisible – to us, physically, but most recognisable as…music. The Sonic Invisible is the very sound and essence of existence itself. We felt it was important to get its name out there. With music.”
Circle 60 were birthed out of the irradiated glow of late-night sci-fi reruns and cemented over their mutual love of discordance, technology and big filthy punk hits. The band – made up of Cass Browne, Morgan Nicholls, Ade Emsley and Des Murphy – are veterans of too many bands and numerous genres, but were compelled to combine everything they knew and loved into this one pure musical and unmedicated chemistry. And an overwhelming desire to make new technology scream. It’s rarer than Haley’s comet to get these four unique talents to collide at the same time, but it seems their time is now.
Early demos were sent to The Damned’s Captain Sensible who immediately stopped baking his Sourdough loaves and sent them something back hurtling through the crackling ethernet, in the form of a blistering set of guitar lines. This became “Mother Laudanum” – the first cut transmitted from the new album (watch the video HERE), which came accompanied with its own highspeed “tear-up-round-Paris” video. But of course, this was just a warning.
“Gods of Dimension” is an exceptional collection of superlative melodics, wildly gifted guitars, unfathomably talented bass and drums that would make Keith Moon himself scratch his head in complete bafflement. It’s real life-affirming frequency-filling stuff, designed to race the blood and lift the soul. Gods of Dimension explodes like a black hole swallowing a Moog synthesizer, spitting out choruses that sound like a riot big enough to sink a falling starship. And the message is delivered with crystal clarity: each track written and recorded at 432Hz, this single-loaded shotgun 12”, thirteen-track smart-bomb has been designed to cover every frequency known to man – the very loudest, clearest and most pristine piece of vinyl achievable. Circle 60 aren’t trying to paint the future —they’re trying to destroy the concept of time altogether. They’ve already outlasted several civilizations. Yours could be next.
Their last live activity – due to support The Who at arenas in Manchester and Dublin – got shutdown mere days before the concerts due to the wonderful gift of global lockdowns and Covid-19. The more suspicious would claim a deliberate sabotage of their mission.
But – now – they’re ready once more. They will be live. Their one and only album launch show now announced! – “Turn On, Tune In, Turn Tables”
Circle 60 play “Gods of Dimension” at the “The Sonic Invisible” 229 Great Portland St, London W1W 5PN on October 23rd.
When the title dropped, it was game over. Of course, this was going to be a killer album packed with cowpunk goodness, wicked solos, awesome licks and tricks and lyrics that would make me smile, smirk and howl. Twelfth studio album deep in almost four decades, I swear, as soon as the needle drops and ‘Maybe I’m just messing with you’ kicks me square in the temple, I’m hooked. Great tempo, familiar lick and gritty spaghetti vocals that hit the bullseye right from the get-go.
What next for these supersuckers? Well, how about a melodic mid-tempo rocker? Again, it’s a great hook for number two, and this one hits you between the eyes. Is it legal for a band to be this far into their rocky rockin’ career and still make records that sound this fuckin’ monsterously good? Already I’m punching the air and firing off my guns all at once, can I get a hell yeah! And a yee haw! Those supersuckers are killing it. If you ain’t digging this, then listen to Eddie when he says Go fuck yourself. Me I’m all in and loving life and loving the new long player from Supersuckers so all that’s gone to shit in the world, there are pockets of sunlight filtering through the cracks, and music can be one. Always with a great turn of phrase and married it to some memorable earworm guitar playing, it’s a comfort and the lifeblood to hear records this badass.
Let’s ease back a little and not get overexcited; it’s a marathon, not a sprint, so let’s get a shuffle on as ‘Unsolved Problems’ eases into my head and I can’t shift it. Gentle earworms are dangerous, like audio crack, be careful kids. On another point, whilst I remember, Eddie sounds magnificent on this record after his health issues, he sounds stronger than ever and sings like a seasoned pro, bloody marvellous.
Don’t become complacent or feel lulled into a false sense of security because Eddy and the boys turn it up and remind us it’s time to put it down.
The record ebbs and flows as we relax a little and Eddie whispers sweet nothings in our ear, and he explains how he tried to write a song. And boy did he write a song, in fact, he’s written a whole bunch of em right here right now. The playing on a Supersuckers record has never been this focused has it? At times it’s blistering, and I love the tone of those acoustic guitars on ‘Meaningful Song’, proving that these boys can turn their hand to whatever they like and pull it off.
If you’re umming and ahring, then stop right now. Buy this record because the Supersuckers are on fire and on this evidence are as good, if not better than ever. They don’t need to write another ‘Born With A Tail’ or ‘Pretty Fucked Up’, been there done that. What you get for your hard-earned is eleven tunes of varying degrees of awesome, be it cowpunk shuffle, acoustic porch torches, or rock out with your cock out. Supersuckers do it better than most and leave a bloody awesome-looking trail of destruction behind them, and we can revisit this particular crime scene anytime we want. Now put that there song ‘Volunteer’ back on, grab a beer (and one for yourself) and turn it up. Hell, there’s even a stonkin take on Lee Harvey Oswald’s ‘Rocket 69’ (that reminds me to play that most excellent ‘Blastranaut’ album just because I can, and it fits right in amongst all this awesomeness.
Edward Carlyle Daly III, “Metal” Marty Chandler (guitar), and Christopher “Chango” von Streicher (drums) take a bow, you motherfuckers are trippin good, and I urge anyone who loves rock n roll to buy this motherfuckin’ record.
London based WitchDoktors have been tearing up the UK live-scene across three decades, earning their reputation as one of the UK’s most enduring and electrifying garage punk rock’n’`roll bands. Described by UK Rock’n’Roll Magazine as “the missing link between rockabilly, blues, 1970s prime-time punk and 1960s garage,” their sound is a riotous blend of snarling guitars, infectious hooks, and raw energy.
Their incendiary live shows led to a six-year residency at London’s legendary 12 Bar Club, cementing their status as cult favourites on the UK rock’n’roll circuit. Over the years, they’ve shared stages with punk and rock icons including Ruts DC, Fleshtones, The Godfathers, Nashville Pussy, Revillos, The Wingmen, Steve Marriot, Dr Feelgood, The Damned and PIL etc.
Continuing their long-term UK collaboration with Bomber Music, 2025 sees the launch of their sixth LP ‘Izzatso?’. Somewhat appropriately, this release (on vinyl, CD and all major universal Digital Platforms) is set to drop on the ‘all-hallows eve’ – i.e. Halloween 31st October 2025. Featuring 11 bludgeoning tracks, WitchDoktors songwriting has evolved and branched into new territory in their continuing journey along the dirty road of rock’n’roll and whilst their roots are planted firmly in their upbringing that feasted on Punk, Glam, & Trash there is a bitter twist of Country/Americana thrown in for good measure!
Conceived during COVID and then delayed by the sad passing of their longtime collaborator and legendary recording engineer Pat Collier, ‘Izzatso?’ is a call in this age of misinformation to question everything. Echoing the sentiment of the late great Joe Strummer ‘see through the veils of bullshit or spins on stories or propaganda and to think for yourself.”
From incendiary opener ‘Lightning Strike’, an apocalyptic vision of the impact of climate change, featuring slide guitar by Leigh Heggarty (Ruts DC) to the twisted Mexicans of LP closer ‘Kicking the Can’, the band expertly explore a range of musical styles from their collective DNA. Written by longtime songwriting partners and lifelong friends Andy Last (vocals/guitar) and Tony Major (guitar/vocals), the songs explore and challenge the pressing social and environmental issues of our time. With killer melodies and thought-provoking lyrics, ‘Izzatso?’ strikes a poignant balance between reflection and hope in these often-difficult times.
Fans, followers and future devotees of this rousing band can now sample the album with the soaring, anthemic ‘Before The War’ single, which perfectly encapsulates the album’s life-affirming sounds and words.
“It’s a Post Covid PTSD hitting home like the scarred and broken minds of a victim of ‘active service’”, explains vocalist and guitarist Andy Last. “The masses subjected to ‘the beast’ created by the few. Cannon fodder all over again. Death and Destruction without a thought for the individual. Will we ever learn? Sign-up, Serve Up, mission completed, contract terminated and now it’s someone else’s problem. here’s your plastic medal and a shoe box to live in. Whatever happened to the sparkle in those beautiful eyes?”
The ‘Izzatso?’ album once again sees our beloved WitchDoktors in yet another collaboration with Producer/Mixer Tim Palmer who provided both sonic consultancy and steer from his villainous lair in ‘62 Studios, Austin TX to the rough mixes that Pat Collier started producing with the band at Perry Vale Studios, London UK before his sad departure. Coupled with more recent recordings made by the band with Grant Strang at the controls at Silver Shark Studios in South London, the entire album had morphed into a monster production that the band were proud to take the next step with. WitchDoktors looked Stateside again and forged a new relationship with Sterling Sound in Nashville TN, calling on the Mastering skills of Justin Shturtz to finalise this latest masterpiece.
With the decades of chaos behind them (and no signs of slowing down!), WitchDoktors remain a vital force in British punk! Legends!? Well….almost eh! With this latest offering they should be, quite rightfully, well-assured of attracting further accolades for their ever-expanding Hall Of Fame and giving a nod and a wink to the further doses of the rock’n’roll recognition they will gratefully suck-up! All hail the might of WitchDoktors because they just refuse to lie down!
And yes….it’s WitchDoktors with a fukin’ K!’
LP to be available on 12” Vinyl LP (coloured & splatter), CD and all digital platforms.
After being mightily impressed with the self-titled debut, which was packed to bursting with absolute bangers. Huge melodies wrapped up in a spitfire volley of garage rock n roll. Energy and lo-fi garage rock n roll goodness tunes that burrowed into your ear, sticking to your brain like a huge happy virus. Of course I was gonna be all over this bad boy.
Join me as I lead you through the band’s “difficult” second album. Or as the case may be, the piece of piss second album that hits as hard as the first and is possibly more impressive due to them treading the same furrow and pulling out another bunch of delights. It can’t be this easy, can it? Why don’t all bands pay this much attention to detail and kick out the jams this wonderfully sounding?
‘Searching for the Truth’ opens the record with a rasping 100mph beaming smiling heartbeat packed with melody and handcaps, gang singalong vocals sounding like a long lost Gen X banger. Check out the guitar licks, they are fired from the heart of a band that loves what they deliver.
Basically, it’s a loud rock n roll album packed with great tunes played with joy and excitement and at ear-splitting volumes, or at least that’s where they are best played. ‘OUT IN THE NIGHT’ and ‘speedball are perfect examples, dripping with snot and sweat in equal measures.
It’s not all Crash Bang Wallop mind (Ok, mostly it is) ‘Let’s Go’ is cool as ice from its swaggering tempo to the finger clicks and hand claps it’s a beautiful thing. Like an avalanche of rock n roll, you don’t mind being crushed by it as the speakers are tested to the sonic max. Short and razor sharp, these tunes come thick and fast. Rapid snare rolls and clanging guitar chords, Angel Face ooze snotty rock n roll, and I for one love it.
Let’s keep it short and sharp, and let’s not give the game away. Come join me, get excited for a band that delivers the rock n roll. I mean, what else have you got planned? Whatever it is that’ll be this good, that lasts less than half an hour? ok, simmer down, you filthy animals. Put the beer in the fridge, turn the stereo up, then slip this bad boy on; it’ll make you fall in love with punk rock n roll. This is exactly how it should be done. Get these cats on tour with Cavemen, that would be one nuclear hot show right there, no holds barred wild ride rock n roll, Buy it!
Covers albums can be hit and miss affairs. There are plenty out there, the good, the bad and the ugly. Well, with 5 studio albums, 2 compilations and an album of artists covering their own songs, London-based collective The Urban Voodoo Machine have surely earned the right to release a covers collection of their very own.
Chief songwriter Paul-Ronney Angel certainly thinks so. And in a world saturated with AI versions of your favourite songs reimagined as funk, soul or reggae, it seems fitting the one of the most exciting live bands around take 11 songs (some familiar, some not so familiar) and record them using real instruments, played by real musicians in a real recording studio.
For me, the essence of a good cover version is to put your own stamp on it and create your own masterpiece from an already existing piece of art. The Urban Voodoo Machine do just that with the opening song of ‘Other People’s Children’. Their take on the AC/DC classic ‘Hell’s Bells’ was actually recorded many moons ago for a Classic Rock compilation CD (remember those?). Who knew that injecting some bourbon-soaked gypsy blues bop n’ stroll music would work so damn well? With that iconic riff picked on an acoustic guitar and a horns & brushed beats accompaniment, PR and his band of brothers do the unimaginable and make the song their own.
It’s a strong start, but they keep the pace up with a rip-roaring one-two that really captures the live feel of the band. You could argue that ‘Rhinestone Cowboy’ and The Stones ‘Factory Girl’ were made to be covered by Paul at his most inebriated, and the delivery just fits the feel of songs. Its captured beautifully, as our ringleader wails whisky-soaked tones over crashing, rustic instrumentation. The latter especially works so well with banjo and horns to the fore, creating a gypsy style party vibe.
Noone can deny the pop suss of ABBA, and ‘Chiquitita’ has never been tackled with such drunken aplomb. Side 1 ends with a spaghetti western drenched version of ‘Destiny Angel, an emotive song written by sadly departed founding member Nick Marsh. It has been re-recorded here with the help of members of Nick’s family.
Side 2 carries on the tribute to lost members theme with ‘The Lodger’, a song written by Mark Gilligan, who played with the band on and off for many years. His son Tristan joins the band on guitar for this Pogues inspired folky ditty, it’s a killer tribute. Originally a hit for The Standells in 1966, ‘Dirty Water’ is a rock n’ roll party that sounds like about 5 UVM songs rolled into one. With a faster pace and a fistful of energy, it’s probably my favourite song on the record right now.
Ry Cooder’s ‘Across The Borderline’, with its re-tagged “London, you’re my home” refrain is topical and suitably delivered in an acoustic based, gypsy blues style. The late night ‘live in the studio’ vibes continue with the smoky ‘Jimmy Jazz’, where PR and his harmonica take the spotlight to do justice to The Clash and make this London Calling cut even more jazzy.
The Urban Voodoo Machine love a good instrumental and if you’ve seen them live, you may well have seen them open with the classic ‘Popcorn’. Here it comes on like it’s been ripped straight from a Tarantino movie. The gospel classic ‘I’ll Fly Away’ brings things to a close nicely, a song the band play regularly in their other incarnation as The Urban Voodoo Machine Marching Band, who play funerals with a New Orleans style twist. Maybe I’ll get them booked in for my send off!
The live energy Of The Urban Voodoo Machine is captured magnificently by Alex McGowan at Space Eko Studios, and the great thing about this album is that it sounds like a regular Urban Voodoo Machine record. They bring the party every time, whether it’s their own songs or these other people’s children that they have made their own.
Like I said at the beginning, covers albums are hit & miss affairs, and this one is very much a hit as far as I’m concerned.
40 YEARS OF ‘I DON’T WANT TO GROW UP‘ WITH DEFINITIVE REISSUE OUT NOVEMBER 21
Org Music continues its acclaimed reissue campaign with the band’s second album, featuring multiple formats, exclusive color variants, and a special “Punk Note” edition with artwork by John Yates inspired by Blue Note jazz classics.
“…featured the most singable tunes the band had ever written. ‘Good Good Things’, ‘In Love This Way’, and ‘Can’t Go Back’ were positively sunny by Descendents standards; the Beach Boys-gone-punk vibe was an obvious precursor to Weezer.”- Jenny Eliscu
“When the four want to be straight up and perfectly poppy, they can and do with smashing success, with surprisingly mature, emotional lyrics and playing that doesn’t rely on all-speed all the time.”-All Music
Los Angeles, CA — Org Music is proud to announce the reissue of I Don’t Want To Grow Up, the landmark second album from legendary punk pioneers Descendents, arriving November 21, 2025. The reissue will be available across formats—LP, CD, and cassette—alongside a special Punk Note LP edition featuring alternate packaging.
This release marks the second installment in Org Music’s ongoing reissue campaign with Descendents, who recently reclaimed ownership of their master recordings. Following the acclaimed reissue of Milo Goes To College, this new edition brings fresh attention to one of the band’s most beloved albums—arriving just in time for its 40th anniversary.
Originally released in 1985 on New Alliance Records, the label founded by Minutemen’s D. Boon and Mike Watt, I Don’t Want To Grow Up was recorded after vocalist Milo Aukerman returned from college. It also marked the first of two albums to feature guitarist Ray Cooper. With brighter melodies and sharper hooks than its predecessor, the record helped the band avoid the dreaded sophomore slump while cementing their status as one of punk’s most influential voices.
Among the many formats, fans will find a standout: a limited Punk Note edition designed by John Yates (Stealworks). Inspired by the iconic Blue Note jazz label artwork of Reid Miles and Francis Wolff, these reimagined covers bring a bold, visual reinterpretation of punk history. The Punk Note series began with Org Music’s celebrated Bad Brains reissues, and continues here with deluxe case-wrapped jackets and new liner notes by BrooklynVegan senior editor Andrew Sacher.
The reissue will be available in the following variants:
Widely Available Formats:
Black LP
“Banana Peel” LP
Punk Note Edition (Black Vinyl)
CD
Cassette (Yellow)
Limited / Exclusive Variants:
Punk Note Edition (Transparent Yellow LP) — Org Music Exclusive
“Oxblood Docs” LP — Descendents Exclusive
Ocean LP — BrooklynVegan
Pink LP — Zia Records Exclusive
Green Bay LP — 1-2-3-4-GO! Records
Bubble Gum LP — Going Underground Records & Seasick Records Exclusive
Black LP with Exclusive Obi Strip — Celebrated Summer Records
Purple Swirl Cassette — Tapehead City Exclusive
With I Don’t Want To Grow Up, Descendents sharpened their signature mix of melody and urgency, laying down a blueprint that countless punk bands would follow. Forty years later, the album still feels raw, relatable, and essential—now reintroduced in a definitive reissue that honors its enduring legacy.
More reissues are on deck. The campaign will continue with Enjoy!, ALL, Bonus Fat, and beyond—each release overseen by the band themselves, ensuring the music is presented exactly as they intend.
This effort isn’t just a trip down memory lane—it’s about preserving the work, honoring the intent behind it, and opening the door for a new generation to discover one of punk’s most influential catalogs.
Long time readers will be fmiliar with Bitch Queens and Harry Darling & Melchior Quitt well the Queens are no more but Harry and Mel moved on and didn’t stand still and New Saints were born. Having seen the pair perform at the Hip Priests finale its great to finally get my ears around their synth drenched adjit punk pop hybrid thats thumping away at my skull.
Kicking off with the nasty bruising ‘Top Tier Lizard’ its more an amped up Depeche Mode with a bad attitude , no make that a stinkin attitude. Hot on the heels is the polished brain worm of ‘Probem Child’ with its twitching samples and pulvarising heavy riffs its a mash up of styles that shouldn’t work but it dovetails perfectly. Now if only Manson heard these two he’d have them writing for him all day long.
In a dark sweaty electronic club or in a smelly bar that sells Maidens brew this would work perfectly as long as its dark dank and the dry ice is plentyful New Saints are pulversing as ‘Shitsphere’ takes centre stage waving the middle finger in your face, excellent.
The MO is simple, polished production that hits the sweet spot time after time with well constructed songs that mix and mash electronic with hard rock riffage but the songs weave very nicely. ‘Born Annihilated’ begins with some well executed rapping before th ebeats are joined by that riff and Boom!
Put the Ket and MDMA down its not needed here this album will fuck your brain up if you play it loud and hard enough. The format is simple rince and repeat pen a great riff, accesorise it with tweaks and blips then turn the fucker up – ‘Billionaire Schmillionaire’ is a perfect example and oh I forgot great lyrics.
Its not all crash bang wallop mind, oh no sir. ‘City Of Thieves’ is like 80s Scorpions balladeering but a bit darker even if does a handbreak turn when the guitars go to be replaced by synths. Before the head fuck of the last minute. Huge.
‘Fck The Algorithm’ is punk as fuck but in a futuristic world – when worlds collide into a chaotic meltdown but one that is very appealing and highly addictive. Twelve tracks brought to a crashing halt as ‘Pitch Black’ is a war of the worlds spoken words address before one last hurah! and we slam dance into the distance with our glow sticks on fire hailing these New Saints as the future, All hail New Saints, and long live New Saints you mad pair of noisy bastards. Buy it!
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