The Midlands, Home to England’s second city, and a stone’s throw from London yet far enough away from all the Capitol city’s dramas and egos.  From an outsider’s perspective it’s a grounded part of the world yet a hotbed of talent always has and always will be.

It’s the home of Thee Acid Tongue featuring members of Fuckdust 4 and Skanks as well as a drongo and a Maximum Rock and Roller. As soon as the music hits the air they sure as hell rattle and roll my speakers as the full audio assault of Thee Acid Tongue hits you square on the jaw.

The dual guitar assault of Ohms and Mauronik is like a snarling dog straining at the leash but in order to be so ferocious, the rhythm section of Tracey Skarzynska on Bass and Steve Gameson on drums are the B2 bombers carpet-bombing their rhythms at the low end leaving Tommy Farrell the freedom to sing over the top.

The second ‘Lake Of Tears’ leaps into the ether the track sees the band boogie at volume and already you’re punching the air and joining in with those gang vocals. But hold on to your hat because the band is just settling into their groove as ‘Get Some’ brawls its way through before ’36 Needles’ pokes its dirty Rock n Roll into proceedings.

Sounding like a thunderous cousin to Sorry & The Sinatras or the bastard children of Lemmy and Charlie Harper at the peak of their powers Thee Acid Tongue clearly has a knack for penning great melodic loud Rock and Roll songs and that’s a fine art, It’s one of those things you either have it or you don’t and never will. It’s just a gift that is way beyond a lot of bands but not it would seem Thee Acid Tongue who have it in spades.

They then borrow a few absolute, stone-cold bangers from the ghost of Fuckdust 4 as ‘Radio’ paves the way for ‘Lorraine’ to strut into the ether and what was or is one of the finest Rock and Roll tunes to break out of the underground in many a year has gotten herself a lovely makeover,  and if I might be so bold it seems to have benefitted from the surgery with a wonderful solo and backing vocals to die for (ok maybe not die for but you get the picture) Damn, I can’t get the melody out of my head and now I’ve managed to piss off the kids, the wife and half the street they’re probably wondering who the fuck Lorraine is.  If only they knew they’d be dancing too.

‘Monkey At Sea’ has the benefit of some fantastic Bass bomb drops and the Hanoi Rocks breakdown is fanfuckintastic!  If you thought this album couldn’t get any better then wait for the Motorhead chug of ‘Bullets’.  With all these lockdowns and constantly being kicked in the knackers by lying politicians everywhere you look I wanted an album to grab me by the throat and kick me up the backside and by jove Thee Acid Tongue have gone and given me that shot of energy.

Man I’m already at the adrenalin ride of ‘Blood, Sex & Alcohol’ and there’s only ‘Nun With A Gun’ which is like The Beastie Boys if they cut their teeth in Edwards Number 8 and played three and in in Walsall rather than rapping in Queens and shooting hoops.

 

I love Rock and Roll when it’s loud, fast and a little bit grubby and it makes me smile because the writers have obviously grown up on the same tunes as me and have had the skills to Rock and Roll them onto a record or CD. Me,  I’m going back to the replay button and I’m going in for some more and then some more again.  When all this virus stuff has gone I’m gonna go see these good people and buy em a beer and sing along to their tunes because they bloody well deserve it.  Excellent album, Buy It!

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Author: Dom Daley