As the heavy music family tree divides into sub-genre after sub-genre, sometimes it’s refreshing to encounter a band whose only grand plan is to play balls out, pedal to the metal, rock’n’roll. This York quartet’s debut has an aggression and attack reminiscent of Cancer Bats, but they can swing as well as pummel, and often open up into hooky choruses with a whiff of Appetite For Destruction-era Guns N’ Roses about them. It’s sleazy, lyrically direct, riff-heavy rock made for sinking whiskey, riding motorcycles, and banging heads. Should real life get in the way, perhaps a bit of air guitar?
FOR FANS OF: Cancer Bats, Soil, En Garde, Bullets And Octane
(this review was originally published in rock sound magazine issue 203 Summer 2015)
GARETH PIERCE 