With a name like The Cavemen, you instantly give a suggestion of sound and character before a note is flung at ears. Thoughts imagine something raw and primal; a sound stripped to the bone with no concern for niceties and that is exactly what you get in the New Zealander’s self-titled debut album. The Cavemen creates attitude driven garage punk ‘n’ roll which simply stirs up the punk inside and twists it into songs which are as addictively contagious as they are belligerently mischievous.
From Auckland, New Zealand comes a crew of slag rock sleazers who dish up a foul monstrosity of musical deviancy loaded with rabid desires conjured from a garaged grimoire that summons up many mental phantoms of disease. The noise is ravenous, feeds on your will and appeals to the most raw-boned basic instincts us music lovers all find within. I am sure those of a more cleansed faith will find this nauseating filth to get thoroughly tuned out by but to the more ardent and twisted imps of acoustica then it will be a case of erections aplenty that will be an utter pleasure jack off. It happens, get over it, I am going in head first regardless of any advice - fuck you!
ohn Felice is one of rock’n’roll’s unsung heroes. A founding member of the Modern Lovers at the age of 15, he quit the band before the sessions that resulted in their classic album, and was subsequently written out of the history of one of the most influential bands of the ‘70s.
The band he left to form, the Kids, made some local waves but ultimately went nowhere, pretty much coming to an end when he went off to New York to audition for the Heartbreakers - a job he turned down.
Bloody hell, these Auckland kids come with a bang! Listening to their debut self-titled album is like being in my own pit, surrounded by savage ghosts from former gigs. I can almost smell the sex, drugs and rock n roll infused sweat and the rotten beer on the floor.
With some artists, the news of a new release sparks a twitch in the hips and itch in the feet. Such it is with Hipbone Slim and the Kneetremblers after enjoying four slabs of the band’s individual rock ‘n’ roll, and such it was coming into new album Ugly Mobile. Containing fourteen slices of multi-flavoured incitements bred on the seeds of original rhythm ’n’ blues, the album is manna for the ears and a puppeteer to the body. Released via the ever treat giving Dirty Water Records, the press release for Ugly Mobile stated that the album is the band’s “finest offering so far!” After the umpteenth romp with the irresistible release, we can find no reasons to disagree.
Hipbone Slim & the Kneetremblers are probably the best at paying homage to the great pioneers of rock n roll that I have heard lately. Sir Bald Diddley, aka ‘Hipbone Slim,’ aka ‘the Bald Bomber’, leads the band. He is a magician when it comes to strings and a wild devil on stage. At his side are Bruce ‘Bash’ Brand, a legendary rock n roll drummer with decades of amazing work up his sleeves, and the grand Gastus Receedus on the bass and harmonica. I dare you to check out the backgrounds of each one of these true masters, but be sure you’ll have yourself a good week or two, for these three have been everywhere and done it all. No wonder you can’t find a single fault in this album, for the members of Hipbone Slim & the Kneetremblers have been playing in more combos and records than I have eaten tacos. And I love tacos.
One of the great things about writing about music is getting a second or third go-round with a band whose music you've come to know. A new release from Hipbone Slim and The Kneetremblers is always a treat, and Ugly Mobile is the latest from this band.
It’s not often that you get the chance to see rock and roll legends playing a venue as small as the Tufnell Park Dome. As such, the announcement that the London leg of the 2015 Radio Birdman tour would be stopping here wasn’t something I was going to miss despite the pre-ordained result of a Wednesday morning hangover and a warm Tuesday night found me sitting on the tube clutching a cold beer on the way to north London. For once my timekeeping is on point enough to catch the opener, a high octane blast of punk rock 'n' roll from the brilliantly named Michael Jackson. A four piece with a sound easily big enough to fill the room (the crowd was yet to fill out that much), their no frills garage sound is clearly underpinned by a strong musical ability.
A couple of weeks back, I pointed the Six Noises’ spotlight at Cemetery Circuit, the heavy-duty debut album from roughneck New Zealand surf punk combo The Dobermen. Cemetery Circuit features bleeding-raw garage rock and twangin’ rockabilly, both of which often thrum along at a motorik pace. However, what Cemetery Circuit also features––some might say, most of all––is a big old dose of swaggering attitude. That’s what The Dobermen are known for: going hell for leather, not giving a shit what you or I think, and spoiling for a fight.
Jim Diamond probably needs no introduction; the wizard proprietor of Detroit’s legendary (and now sadly defunct) Ghetto Recorders has put his magic touch on an impressive collection of some of the world’s best records from the garage and real rock-n-roll scene since 1996. Having played bass in The Dirtbombs and responsible for curating the raw primal sound of the first two White Stripes albums, Jim was instrumental in capturing another glorious chapter in Detroit’s historic music scene. After amassing an esteemed list of clientele, his signature trademark can be heard on some of rock’s most celebrated artists ever to be burned to wax: The Sonics, Andre Williams, The Fleshtones, The Hentchmen, New Bomb Turks, The John Spencer Blues Explosion and countless others.
It is with heavy hearts that we have to change our shipping policy to locations in Greece. We simply get too many claims of non-receipt to make normal shipping viable.
**To be absolutely clear - we do not think our friends and customers in Greece are falsely claiming non-receipt, but it seems clear that someone or something along the delivery chain is frequently preventing our packages from getting through. And we can't afford that.**
We will still ship retail packages to Greece but, effective immediately, our new pricing structure for shipping to Greece will include the charge for tracked & signed delivery.
It won't affect the cost of larger orders too badly, but it will make the cost of smaller orders a bit expensive. We are truly sorry, but don't think we have any alternative.
This is the fabulous debut 45 from Harry Violet & The Sharks, a dark sax-driven rock & roll 4-piece from London. Most impressively recorded, produced, and pressed by the band themselves. They are "intent on mixing dive-bar jive and 12-bar rhythms with nightmarish grooves".
In the past Purple Weekend held in December I was frankly shocked, almost knocked out for several concerts with bands in grace, from folk psychedelic rock of The Ripe through the garage of The Loons until the power pop Kurt Baker Combo, and of course the R & B black and amphetamine Les Grys-Grys, the first concert I could see the festival and made only those moments of delight that seemed to transport me to a club of R & London B in 1964/65 deserved worth the trip and disbursement.
To welcome 2016, the British label Dirty Waters Records released its first launch of the year, which is the calling card of Harry Violet & The Sharks, a devilish quartet from the ever-rainy London.
Unlike other groups that tend to build on its sound to the guitar or drums, in the case of this combo it is the prime instrument saxophone in charge of directing the course of the two themes that make up the 7 ".