Author: Team Uber

Old Dirty Buzzard – ‘What A Weird Hill To Die On’ (Rotten Records)

Whoever keeps repeating the tired old adage that rock ‘n’ roll is dead hasn’t counted on the flocks of carrion birds that keep descending on its rotting corpse and, by sucking out its very lifeblood, bring it back to alive ‘n’ kickin’ reality and inject fresh new corpuscles into it in the process. Take this particular bloodsuckin’ crue from Seattle, reborn from the ashes of bands such as Holy Terror, Zeke and Agent Steel, and exhuming the spirits of the likes of Motörhead, Blue Cheer and Black Sabbath as much as they do garage punk and deep southern grooviness.

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Winger – ‘Seven’ (Frontiers)

Not beating around the bush, Kip Winger tells it exactly how it is with this, the title of the latest album from his titular project, which, unlike so many bands of their era, features all of the project’s original members. Yes, this is the aptly named seventh studio album from a band who trace their collective career back some four decades. And, again like so many of their contemporaries, manage to prove they are still a very vibrant and relevant musical force, and one with which to be reckoned, more than defiantly holding their own against the generations of young pretenders who have sought to usurp them in the intervening years between those hairsprayed-to-hell-and-back MTV-friendly days of yore….

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Einar Solberg – ’16’ (InsideOut Music)

Einar Solberg, frontman of blackened Norwegian avant-grade progressives Leprous, may have taken his time to get around to releasing his debut solo album, but next month will see that realization, with what the PR blurb describes as a release that is “wildly diverse, but spiritually rooted in Einar’s well-established musical world… an album that brims with surprises and spinning curveballs and features a collection of intimate but extravagant collaborations”. So, that’s the label’s take on it, but let’s get into our own review…

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Suckerpunch – ‘Redneck Gasoline’ (Wormholedeath)

If ever a band live up to their name, then it this bunch of Danish rawk ‘n’ brawlers, who deliver a consistent “one-two-fuck-you” series of hammer blows to your chest, stomach, knees and aural cortices in one consistent sonic barrage of non-stop aural assaults that will get your head ‘banging, your toes tapping and your ears invested with worms for days, nay weeks, after their first invade every sense in your body.

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