On 6th November 2004 at 15:17 Anonymous 2871 wrote...
Nice review, I like. And it's true TEMBLD (is that right?) are ace
By The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
The Brighton boys of mayhem and disaster are back with their follow up to "Horse of the Dog" and they're sounding leaner, meaner and darker than ever before. Once again they've delivered a unique spunky evil sound, forced through Tim Burton's twisted imagination. "The Royal Society" is far catchier than the 26 minutes of near apocalyptic twisted metal of "Horse of the Dog", and they have lost none of their flair to produce an album that has more twists, turns and potholes than an Agatha Christie novel. If "The Royal Society" was a film it would be a cross between Beetlejuice and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, with Guy McKnight directing on an LSD binge.
Whilst the music industry is looking for their next floppy haired Topman band The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster (it's still mouthful to say) have managed to stay ahead of the pack by creating an album shot out of Lucifer's asscrack and written by the anti-christ himself.
"Rise of the Eagles" is a dirty head-pounding classic which sounds like the Black Rebels crashing headlong on with a police narcotics van whilst "When I hear you call my name" is Richard Ashcroft being force fed ketamine. "Puppy Dog Snails" is The Coral being chased by a savage hoard of flesh eating Umpa Lumpas, Guy McKnight's zombified groans adds to the effect of the record without being over the top, whilst Andy Huxley's abuse of the guitar creates that edge of chaos that makes this record so unique.
Whilst other bands are still running around in spandex and leather nut-huggers The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster have created an album so diverse and unique that these boys don't even have to try. Let's go grave robbing.