Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Worn Down and Ichi and the Triggerfingers Live Review: Pat Molloy’s Colchester, 21/9/11.



Icebreaker promotions hosted two very different acoustic-based acts at Pat Molloy’s on Wednesday night.

Up first was Worn Down, a guy/girl acoustic duo who played through a set of warm, pensive original tracks in support of their debut EP ‘Get Out While You Can.’ Alex Wastnidge (guitar, harmonica, and vocals) and Becci Higgs (vocals) share a real sincerity in their performance, as Alex’s vocal energy drives the songs with an urgency that you wouldn’t normally associate with acoustic acts. Harmonies are well executed and not overdone, giving choruses an intensity that will endear the duo to most audiences who see their live performances in the relaxed environment of a local pub or outdoor summer festival. This is music to enjoy with a few drinks, and in the company of good friends, and it was little surprise to see several tables inside Pat Molloy’s doing just that.

EP opener ‘Monument’ has an Arcade Fire feel about it, with Alex’s passionate delivery leaving the audience in no doubt that the focus/subject of his lyrics is coming from a genuine place. Clever orchestration ties the vocal harmonies to Alex’s chord changes, and the introduction of the harmonica halfway through the track really lifts the mood into the final third. ‘Runaways’ is another memorable track, fusing a melancholy guitar rhythm with Becci’s understated but emotive vocal. There is a potential sing-along section at the middle eight, which could easily become a sway-along towards the end of a set, making this track an ideal closer for any folk-pop band with Worn Down’s potential.


Next up were the deceptively original Ichi and the Triggerfingers. A common complaint in any ‘scene’ town like Colchester is that the majority of bands from that area will eventually develop a similar sound and image to fit in with said ‘scene’. That statement couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to Ichi and the Triggerfingers, and if it is ‘different’ that you’re after then look no further. Armed with a keyboard, classical guitar, double bass, Cajon (and other percussion), these three guys rapped and bopped their way through half a dozen or so hip hop classics, even throwing in one of their own grooved-fuelled gems for good measure.

What’s clear from the very first line of their first song (ODB’s ‘Got Your Money’) is that these guys have an infectious sense of fun. Carl Denham raps his way through an entire notebook’s worth of explicit, misogynistic lyrics in a typically deadpan, white boy fashion, no doubt enraging a minority but charming the majority. Percussionist Will’s Cajon really comes into play on Slick Rick’s track ‘Children’s Story’, as Carl urges the audience to Google an image of the rapper in order to check out his diamond encrusted eye patch. Joe provides backing vocals on Gorillaz’s ‘Clint Eastwood’ and a mischievous enthusiasm throughout the rest of the set, at times resembling a fairground organ grinder luring unsuspecting punters with his seemingly normal, inoffensive keys setup.

But a note of caution for any that might view Ichi as nothing more than a couple of novelty chancers. These guys can play. Carl switches between classical guitar and double bass while Will gets the most out of his limited percussion, beefing the songs up with classic hip hop bass/snare beats. Track number four is an original with a real groove and crazy instrumental section, allowing Carl to show off his obvious musical ability as he skips up and down the neck of the double bass before producing a bow for the notorious gangsta intro to closing track ‘The Next Episode’ (Dr Dre).

Towards the end Carl thanks the audience and venue for not beating or barring himself and his band mates, and Ichi will probably count themselves lucky with every gig that they leave unscathed. They are certainly not everybody’s cup of tea (or pimp juice, as the case may be) but I have yet to see a band perform such an entertaining satirical homage, let alone one dedicated to the pioneers of ‘gangsta’ rap (and played on classical instruments and basic percussion). So you can get with this, or you can get with that, but the one thing you should definitely ‘get with’ is Ichi and the Triggerfingers.


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Monday, 12 September 2011

Band Profile: Whoremoan




 

Back in June I saw Whoremoan play to a room full of people who were probably still on milk and rusks when the stoner rock quartet started out. While the audience may have graduated to beer and bar snacks, the legendary Canvey four-piece are still churning out their own brand of British stoner rock that they have been honing since 1994. Whoremoan (brothers Jon and Simon Foote, Tim Oliver, and Mark Summers) have ridden out the sweeping changes to the music industry over a near twenty year period, writing, recording, and performing throughout the rise and death of Britpop and indie rock, all the while staying true to their stoner roots. They are a living, breathing, rocking example of the fact that you don’t need a major label behind you to write music that is genuine and timeless. They’ve also got a definition in the online urban dictionary (a legacy that any ‘scene’ band would be proud of), proof if ever it was needed of the impact they have had upon a younger audience.


You don’t come to stoner rock to hear carefully crafted pop melodies and uplifting, insightful lyrics. You come to stoner rock for the groove, and that is what Whoremoan give you in abundance. Their doom-laden industrial sound is driven by monster riffs, trippy bass lines, brutal drums and menacing vocals, leading to comparisons with all the major stoner bands of the mid 90s. But Whoremoan don’t just sit in the pocket of the groove, they dominate the groove, pushing each bar with a raw urgency that is seriously lacking when it comes to big budget recordings. And you’ll be pleased to hear that they won’t be giving it up anytime soon. I caught up with Simon (drummer and one half of the Foote brothers), who was kind enough to answer a few questions about the band, and give his own opinion on the UK rock scene in the process.


We have never really gone out of our way to approach record companies.’ Lack of motivation? Lack of ambition? Lack of commitment? Whatever you might think, Whoremoan’s attitude towards being signed certainly doesn’t fit with the current social network style promotion that we see from near enough every semi-talented band out there. Although the guys received considerable support and promotion in the early 2000s from Barry Ratcliffe, who ran the website BURBS.co.uk (at the time the go to place for British underground rock bands) and would later put out the band’s 2004 album Youth Must Dare on his own label, Whoremoan don’t seem to have ever been motivated by the prospect of mainstream success. The Essex rock ‘scene’ that existed during the band’s infancy was less convoluted (although tougher to survive) than the internet-led status circuit that exists today. The advent of myspace (and subsequent sites Facebook, Twitter, and Soundcloud) has offered an entire generation the opportunity to shamelessly self-promote online, signalling an end (for now at least) to the days of sticking handmade posters to lampposts and venue walls. The fact that this review is going out on an electronic blog, rather than in a printed fanzine, seems proof enough of this.



As a result of these changes, the ‘scene’ has lost some reputable venues and promoters over the years. According to Simon, American ‘Grunge’ provided the spark for a lot of the interest in starting as well as watching, new bands. ‘There were some really good venues and promoters around at the time, like the Esplanade in Southend, The Army & Navy in Chelmsford, The Towngate & Roundacre in Basildon, and PopBus promotions (who put a lot of the Southend gigs on) to name a few which have now since shut down or stopped putting on bands.’ And despite their growing reputation, Whoremoan still suffered on occasion at the hands of dodgy promoters, an experience all too common for even the best unsigned bands around. The loss of key ‘scene’ players has also contributed to a gradual change in the attitude and camaraderie among existing Essex bands. Simon points to an unsavoury trend that has crept in over the years; the reluctance of some support acts to stay and watch the night’s headline band. ‘It used to be that headline was the top slot, now you’re better off going on first. What’s that all about?’ Such gestures of respect are what really set unsigned veterans like Whoremoan apart from the hundreds of new upstarts that try to make it every year. Combine this humility with artistic integrity, and its little wonder that the band has preserved its standing on the live circuit since its inception nearly two decades ago.


The pressure to conform and ‘get serious about things’ is often the cause of many band rifts and break-ups. This is even more the case with unsigned bands, due to the lack of financial incentives/rewards on offer, and the external pressures to change style or personnel in order to become more commercially viable. Most young bands split up once it becomes clear that the lucrative offers and label interest are not forthcoming. After all, who in their right mind wants to lug all their gear to some grotty pub in the middle of nowhere, just to play to a hammered token audience for an insult of a fee (which more often than not, barely covers your petrol costs for the night)? Step forward Whoremoan, because they know that for every character building/destroying gig that they play, there will be another, much bigger opportunity waiting just around the corner. Their perseverance has made them the exception to the rule mentioned above, allowing them to uphold band duties despite the pressures of ‘the real world’. And the opportunities that they have created for themselves over the years have led to numerous local festival appearances, as well as support slots for notable acts such as Wurzel (the recently departed former Motorhead guitarist) and Swedish stoner legends Truckfighters (arguably the founding fathers of stoner rock and one of Josh Homme’s favourite bands).




But be under no illusion, Whoremoan do this music thing because they love it. An ideal gig for Simon and co is one where ‘we have played well and there are people there who appreciate what we are doing and show that they are enjoying it.’ And that is an attitude that any serious music fan can get on board with (although the best will in the world means nothing without the goods to back it up). The band’s recorded catalogue stretches back to 1997’s discontinued Tape, and totals six releases to date; Absinthism (1998), Head On (2000), Actonvonskilliant (2002), Youth Must Dare (2004), and 2008’s We Have You Surrounded. Picking standout tracks from this lot isn’t easy, particularly with an EP like Actonvoskilliant, which comes together as a collection of tight, powerful three minute blasts that lurch to a relentless but coherent groove. Strongman is the EP’s unashamed hooligan, intent on giving you a good kicking while you head bang along to its infectious verse accents.




Youth Must Dare is more out and out heavy, with tracks such as Until The Water, Sympathy Crutch, and The Cow Is Now (which grunts and growls like a moody fuzz addict) revealing groove metal tendencies. Fan favourite Killer Gorilla is dark and riff-fuelled, with John’s vocal growl pushing the song into the deepest corner of the album’s darkest room. The sludge is spread less thick on We Have You Surrounded, which showcases the depth of the band’s diverse style and genre influences. Title track We Have You Surrounded is a great example of this, blending hard rock beats with funk riffs and licks to create a sound that flits between the laidback cool of desert cruising and the explosive attack of 90s rap-rock. Jonesy has some funkier flourishes over its solid stoner roots, fitting into the burly family of songs like a slightly eccentric cousin. We Will Survive is a downer anthem, channelling the anger and dislocation of an entire genre as it spits and snarls against the mainstream with lines like ‘We don’t need your dedication…we’ll survive the separation’, while What You After is a tom-heavy dip into the unconventional rhythms of tribal metal. The result? A visceral but intriguing collection of songs that leaves you desperate to hear just how far the band can push their stoner boundaries next time around.




But in pushing those boundaries Whoremoan are presented with the same problem that 99% of independent/unsigned bands face; funding. Having the financial freedom to spend the necessary time and money on recording new material is what really distinguishes the label bands from the rest of us, and although some of the energy and authenticity may get lost as a result of their production heavy output, the lack of ‘real world’ dilemmas and decisions allows for the time and resources to really refine and experiment (albeit at the cost of unwanted label involvement). Where an unsigned band may allow three hours to demo a handful of tracks, a label band could afford to take three days, at which point the material could either be relegated to b-side status, or scrapped altogether. For Whoremoan, the issue is not in the writing, but in the recording. According to Simon the band has several new songs waiting to be recorded. ‘We are still writing new stuff although recording has taken a bit of a setback in that we have no money to pay for it.’ With or without new recorded material, Whoremoan remain a formidable live presence, and it would do a lot of young bands a lot of good to see these guys up close.


The UK stoner scene is approaching the crest of an exciting wave. Simon highlights the recent reformation of Kyuss (under the moniker ‘Kyuss Lives!’) and the work of the guys at desertscene.co.uk (who have started promoting and organising UK shows for some of the top US bands) as important milestones in the restoration of the genre. And with stoner rock thriving once again in the band’s own backyard, Whoremoan won’t be jacking it in anytime soon. At a time when genuine rock fans (particularly younger ones) are looking for music and bands that mean something to them, stoner rock has a role to play. And it is Whoremoan who will no doubt be there, blood, sweat, and riffs, on the frontline of the genre’s UK revival.




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Monday, 22 August 2011

Held By Horses Live Review: Icebreaker Promotions, Pat Molloy’s Colchester, 17/8/11.





Chelmsford based five-piece Held By Horses are sure to gain themselves a lot of new friends with live performances like the one they put in at Pat Molloy’s last Wednesday. Although they weren’t headlining the Icebreaker Promotions night (the band’s first show outside of their hometown), they were still able to put in a committed display, mixing up the four original tracks from their self titled debut EP with a couple of well chosen covers.

The first thing that hits you about a Held By Horses performance is the volume. Most bands can get ‘loud’ by ramping up the effects and cranking the amps, but this band’s power comes from the drum kit and more specifically, Scott Dillon, the guy sitting behind it. The fact that HBH could be heard from halfway down Colchester high street was, for the most part, down to Scott’s energy and enthusiasm as he helped drive the songs (and his band mates) from the back/side of the stage, giving the kind of performance that most rock fans crave but rarely see from drummers in younger unsigned bands .

First track ‘Fallen’ set the tone for the set with crunchy guitars and a huge, hulking chorus. Lead singer Harriet’s voice really fits with the darker nature of the song, showing just the right amount of angst and intensity to convince us of the eerie/sombre line ‘Tonight, living takes its toll on me.’ Second track ‘Give You The World’ features some intricate lead guitar work from Kyle Ginn in amongst the quiet, sultry sections of the song, which drip with anticipation as each ringing chord builds before diving into another huge chorus. There are some lyrically mature themes on show too, with talk of ‘taking to the skies’ and an intense love that demands the promise of ‘a lifetime by your side’. Harriet’s delivery again adds authenticity to these lines, avoiding the emo tendency to slip into an indulgent form of lyrical self-pity.

Next came a well executed cover of We Are The Ocean’s ‘Lucky Ones’. This song is without doubt a great cover choice for a Held By Horses audience, but may well have been lost on the Pat Molloy’s crowd. HBH wear their influences on their collective sleeve with pride, though this has no impact on the originality of their own material. It would be easy for them to write in the footsteps of the big pop-punk bands of the moment (particularly with a female front person), if for no other reason than to promote their own sound as being ‘similar to…’ But as the intense, heavy nature of their live performance shows, HBH are not a band that are going to conform to an image or stereotype that doesn’t fit. 

In between ‘Lucky Ones’ and a ballsy version of Jessie J’s ‘Do It Like A Dude’ (which will always go down well with a general pub audience) came ‘Boy Within The Men’, a song that again showcases Scott’s quick fire punk playing around the kit as well as Kyle’s clever lead licks. Will (rhythm guitar) and Charlie (bass) keep things steady as the breakdown section slides into a frantic, edgy solo that gives the song a huge ending that is as lasting on the ear as it is on the memory.

‘Who We Are’ is a fitting closer for both the EP and the live set.  The band’s ‘sound’ really seems to come together on this track, with the huge guitars and thunderous drums still allowing Harriet’s voice to come to the fore with the haunting line ‘What have we become? Just strangers in the night…’ The verse’s lurching feel picks up into an intense, crash-heavy outro in which Harriet really pushes herself to give genuine feel to the words in the track’s title. ‘Who We Are’ is perhaps the band’s most ‘complete’ song, leaving the right lasting impression, although on this occasion I could have easily sat through another thirty minutes of the same set.

For some reason female rock vocalists seem to divide opinion. They are either loved and admired for their gutsy approach to surviving such a testosterone-fuelled environment, or are routinely hated for being nothing but a face to broaden a band’s mass appeal. But even those who can’t bring themselves to identify with the melodies of a young female singer can’t question ability and enthusiasm when they see it for real. Harriet more than holds her own with the other talented members of Held By Horses, and after seeing them live there can be little doubt that she is the perfect front person for this band. There are plenty of younger bands that fail to reproduce the precision of their recorded material in a live setting. HBH are not one of them. And with many more live performances like the one at Pat Molloy’s, it won’t be long before Held By Horses are knocking on the door of larger venues and playing to much bigger crowds.




Sunday, 14 August 2011

Apple Cannon 'Enjoy It While It Lasts' EP Review




In a post-emo age of pretty boy screamo bands, it makes a refreshing change to hear a band omitting the cringe-worthy lyrics and relying upon sheer instrumental power to get their message across. Apple Cannon can make you laugh, cry, dance and fight without saying a single word. The Scouse-rock duo of Richard Birkenhead and Paul Barrow (also known as Rev Apple and Doctor Cannon) are able to blend the subtleties of a minimalist cymbal pattern or simple chord progression, with the destructive chaos of a raucous punk rock chorus, complete with distortion-driven guitars and blustering lo-fi drums. The result? A pick n’ mix hybrid of styles that leaves you with an insatiable need to hear more.

The band’s debut EP ‘Enjoy It While It Lasts’ opens with the no holds barred ‘Death of the News’, laying down the gauntlet with it’s balls to the wall drumming and relentless guitar riff. The track nods to metal influences through the growling vocals and menacing drum breaks, quickly distancing Apple Cannon from lazy comparisons with a ‘heavy White Stripes’. In terms of lyrics ‘Death of the News’ could just as easily be a witty piece of social commentary about the state of the media in modern society, as it could be a typically punk ‘anti-song’, in which the lyrics are absurd, meaningless, and quite often, completely contradictory. The memorable line ‘This is the death of the news’ and the contrast between Richard and Paul’s vocals complements the general breakneck feel of the song, again bringing the driving instrumental sections to the fore.

Second track ‘Wargasm’ could have the crowd on tiptoes from the first few seconds of its moody intro. The mumbling, melancholic spoken words that lead into the gigantic first verse sound like lines from a Scouse-western standoff, as they build into the onslaught of a verse punctuated with gunshot snare/tom fills. The shifting guitar parts bob in and around the humungous drums as the song flows into a quiet, gentle breakdown section, before winding right down into an epic outro that could grace the soundtrack of any Spaghetti Western. The lack of vocals are what really sets this track apart, allowing plenty of room for Paul’s ringing guitar chords and Richard’s fill/beat variations, proving that the clever dynamics between the two are what really set these guys apart.

‘Lightning Mask’ is proof that Apple Cannon don’t need a bass player. Once again the guitar and drums provide plenty of bombast on this track, filling the gaps left by the absent bass with simple but groovy riffs, and a soulful beat that the song could sit on for an eternity. The contrast between Richard’s gravelly verse vocal and Paul’s frantic chorus screaming is again put to good use, changing the mood from groovy to grungey in an instant. Of the three non-instrumental tracks the vocal element is perhaps most important in ‘Lightning Mask’, adding to the dark mood and brooding tone with the line ‘When you look my way, creepy…I wonder what’s behind the mask that I see…’, conjuring up all sorts of questions and possibilities as to why someone might choose/be forced to wear a mask with such face-melting qualities. So although these guys don’t need lyrics and vocals to get by, when they do incorporate them, they are used with as much power and purpose as their music.

As mentioned earlier, Apple Cannon possess that unique ability to fuse two entirely different styles and make it work. Nowhere is this more evident than in the song ‘Dancehall’, which partners a reggae dancehall beat with a hardcore chorus that crashes and thrashes against the laidback nature of the verse groove. This Melvins-esque blend of dancibility and gothic doom nods to the light-hearted accessibility of a band who takes their music seriously without obsessing over their own image. And while this accessibility may make the recordings a little easier on the mainstream listener’s ear, it does nothing to dampen the band’s live performance, during which all of these tracks translate brilliantly into an unhinged and unpredictable demonstration of raw energy and enthusiasm.

 Title track ‘Enjoy It While It lasts’ feels like a stoner rock anthem waiting to happen, blending a heavy chunk of Californian desert music with the duo’s own roguish charm. The uncompromising five minute instrumental generates pure emotion and atmosphere, only relenting with thirty seconds of the track remaining as Paul and Richard echo the line ‘Enjoy it while it lasts…’ Again, there is no room for unwanted sentiment, with all the lyrical fat being trimmed to leave the solid drums and guitar that are the muscle and bones of this band.

Take Apple Cannon’s advice and enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it fast, enjoy it heavy, and enjoy it loud. But if their debut EP is anything to go by, don’t expect them to be giving it up anytime soon.

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Friday, 22 July 2011

Flares 'Threats and Fables' video review



Flares are an indie rock three piece from Essex who pride themselves on memorable riffs and an energetic live show.  The band (Joe on guitars, Danny on bass and vocals, and Scott on drums) released their debut EP ‘Modern Accolade’ back in February, and their first single ‘Threats and Fables’ soon followed in March, along with a top-notch video filmed by Colchester media collective Underground Husbands. Local press and radio have already taken note, and the boys have had a decent amount of print and radio exposure, culminating in BBC 6 Music airplay on Tom Robinson’s Introducing show. They are currently writing for their debut album and are rehearsing and gigging as much as possible to spread the word.

‘Threats and Fables’ is a three minute blast of catchy indie energy, chased down with a healthy chunk of 70s punk aggression. The scene is set with an eerie, shifting shot of an all American fairground, laying down the moody/mysterious tone that the opening guitar riff stamps on the ear. The shot opens out into an underground bunker setting as the verse drives along with Danny’s raw (but effective) phrasing of ‘seeing, believing, watching, waiting’. The backing vocals echo the lead line throughout the verses, giving the track a clever catchiness (that is hard to shake off), without softening any of the drive that keeps the pulse pumping into the choruses. The recurring establishing shots that switch between each band member help generate the edgy atmosphere, adding to the idea that we are somehow intruding upon a secret gig at an underground club night, that is clearly invite only. The spectral shots that drift between foreground and background throughout the verses lull the viewer into a false sense of security before crashing into a cymbal-heavy, guitar-wielding chorus.

The backing harmonies that soothe throughout the chorus contrast nicely with Danny’s snarling vocals, and there is a nice robotic growl of ‘with broken eyes and shattered bones’ from Scott as the second chorus moves into an aggressive but clever breakdown section. At this point the background fairground/water park images really come into play, with harsh cuts blurring the lines between the reels of old film and the shots of the band. The breakdown and final chorus play out to a chaotic (but structured) finish, with Joe’s guitar screeching away and Scott’s cymbal stand suffering a typically punk rock kick from Danny.

‘Threats and Fables’ is a solid, catchy sing-along single to promote the band, featuring a memorable vocal hook (it’s hard not to hum along after the first couple of listens) and a stylish video to boot. It will be interesting to see where the band chooses to go musically, with plenty of punk attitude and indie sensitivity on show in this track. Stay tuned for the upcoming debut album and be prepared for Flares to burn out bright into 2012.





Monday, 9 May 2011

Steel Trees 'Gunk' EP review




Steel Trees (Tom, Von, and Dog) are quite possibly the best unsigned band around, and are without doubt the best unsigned band I have heard on record. Their debut EP ‘Gunk’ came out on 30th April, so I wanted to review them quickly, while they still fall into the ‘unsigned’ category... Apologies from the start if I sound like a friend doing them a favour, or a wannabe nerd trying to jump on their increasingly powerful bandwagon so that I can one day point at them up on stage and say ‘I know them from that time before they got signed…’ I am neither. I just think they are awesome, and I think that you should know.
The lurching, heaving beat that drives ‘Awesome Welles’ has a head-banging,  soul-soothing quality that only a Kyuss/Melvins lovechild could produce, while the frenzied breakdown towards the end of the track suggests that said lovechild suffers from a severe case of ADD (a strong dose of stoner rock is clearly the family doctor’s chosen prescription). Von’s bass drips with dastardly intent; calling to arms and laying the groundwork for the aural onslaught to come. Tom’s ‘Won’t you evers’ have a raw honesty that show a vocalist putting his natural style to use in the right places, setting up Dog’s ‘fills and beats from hell’ perfectly. Drummer ‘Dog’ (as the name suggests) is an absolute beast behind the kit, his tasteful rolls and triplet fills showing off enough musical chops to impress drum purists without letting up on the tom-heavy Grohl/Crover sound.
Tom’s acid-drenched solo compliments Dog’s relentless bashing on ‘Follow the Crowd’, while the choral chant of ‘You follow the crowd, you follow the crowd, you follow the crowd, you follow…’ gives the song a real fist-pumping quality (by the time the guitar solo comes around you feel about ready to march WITH the crowd to this song, preferably straight into a ruck with a load of Topshop-loving indie kids). Von’s brutal, nightmarish screams would leave plenty of heavily-tattooed bikers quaking in their boots. Nuff said.
Title track ‘Gunk’ nods to a healthy upbringing based around the creative genius of heavier psych/acid rock bands such as Blue Cheer and Black Sabbath, with the repetition of ‘well sooner or later we’re gonna die’ and ‘I’m totally trippin’ out’ hinting at the kind of experimental  (and at times dangerous) themes that such bands explored through their music.
‘Meat ‘n’ Cherry Pie’ sets a darker mood, with classic bluesy lyrics about the devil and inner demons. The verse and chorus grooves push and pull like a tug-of-war between two mythical creatures, while the loud/quiet, fast/slow element and the schizophrenic guitar solo bring to mind the age-old horror tale of a lonely individual descending into madness. Listen to this one with the lights on…
The unmistakable groove element of ‘She’s a Fortress’ shouts QOTSA and RATM, shining a light on the entrance to a slightly less haunted house of possible future material. This seems to stand out as the band’s most ambitious track, though it retains the energy and ballsy attitude of the other songs mentioned here. Von’s bass stomps around behind Tom’s solo like a big brother backing his younger sibling in his first fight, while Dog’s drums sound like an arsenal of weapons that he sets off in ways you might not normally expect.
At a shade over the two minutes mark, ‘Sucker Punch’ is a shot of pure Grunge adrenaline built on a foundation of solid bass and pounding drums, with vocals that switch from reserved melancholy to raw angst with the change of a chord. There’s still a clever breakdown ¾ of the way through though, building to a truly demonic harmony between Tom and Von, and a pedal-to-the-metal conclusion that could turn the bowels of Satan himself. 
The main thread that ties together the Trees’ sound is the driving scale of the riffs and beats, which will intimidate any other three piece out there. The fact that they sound so vast and yet so tight seems key to their own brand of sludge-groove rock. Imagine a Mark Arm of King Kong proportions who can out-scream a T-Rex and loves Cream and Jesus Lizard in equal measure...you get the picture.
‘Gunk’ seems a suitably dirty/heavy/exciting name for the band’s debut EP. Their grooves will get inside your head and stick, oozing about with ‘where the f*&k’s this going next?’ before catching you a good one right between the eyes. ‘Gunk’ would be best swallowed in a smoky room full of questionable characters, with one ear bleeding from the power of a mammoth stack system, and the other tangled in the sweaty armpit hair of a balding Tad Doyle…Get Gunk.