Goddamn, let’s get some riffs going, shall we? Robot Death Monkey, one of the finest exports from Scotland are back with a killer new EP of songs, focused on tripping major balls, Asgardian gods, dragon private parts and those huge mammoth things from Tatooine.
Robot Death Monkey – Druid Odyssey
It’s safe to say, Edinburgh’s Robot Death Monkey really do not take themselves seriously. Drinking strong lager, riffs, and being the finest stoner-groove machine in the land seems to be their reason for existing and fair play to them.
The Chats – Get This In Ya!!
At the risk of letting this pass without acknowledging it, I feel the internet and everyone involved needs to know more about the sheer brilliance of Australia’s, The Chats.
Wrong – Wrong
*Crushes beer can into head* Let’s get Neanderthal! Wrong are from Miami and are interested in riffs, riffs and more riffs. Made up of ex-members of Kylesa and sludge-pop titans Torche, Wrong are channelling the sweaty, bleary eyed, disgruntled, yet still party-animal instinct of early Kvelertak, alongside the down-tuned hum of Unsane and that snarl of Helmet.
Robot Death Monkey – Booze Cruise
Fancy getting baked? Of course you do! Fancy downing several beers and crushing the empty cans into your skull? You bet! Fancy being an absolute legend? Where do I sign? Edinburgh/Newcastle shred-masters Robot Death Monkey can make all of these dreams that seem so far out of reach a reality…
En Garde – Weekenders
En Garde are a punk rock band channelling the exquisite berserk rage of Gallows, mixed with the hardcore fury of Blowgoat (RIP) and the scathing bile of Golden Tanks. The raw, untamed energy that pulsates from Weekenders is breathless and infectious in equal measure.
Acid Deathtrip/Hangman’s Chair – Split 12″
Man, now that is a killer band name; that just makes you want to listen to them. Netherlands lot, Acid Deathtrip are giving me that weird, foaming-at-the-mouth grin and repeating a subliminal chant of “we know you’re going to like this even before the first sludge-damaged riff swamps your brain.”
Bare Bones – Cut Throat Living
I’d put money on Bare Bones enjoying the occasional drink or 17. Hailing from Sydney, this is a five-piece ultimate party train, hammering at your door, brandishing several kegs of beer, wondering why the fuck has someone not put Motley Crue on the stereo yet. What hits you about Cut Throat Living is how abrasive and breathless these six songs are.