Band: ELECTRIC HIGH Who: A high-voltage rock act from Bergen, Norway.
A 5-piece that goes straight for the throat, fronted by two
in-your-face lead singers, while the band shoots out pure
electric power.
The lyrics pretty much bring across the message that if your keep on flicking
the bees, they will eventually get back at you and sting you fiercely. It’s gonna
hurt. So don’t act stupid. Stop wasting time on silly stuff. Do good. Be cool. And
you’ll be alright.
TUTV: After a short kooky a cappella intro, your feet will start tapping like mad
to the boisterous drum/bass beat. Flicking The Bees is a mid-tempo wack with the
vigor of a merciless drill hammer.
310 seconds of classic guitar rock with a wicked ZZ Top twist and lots of primal
screams. Somewhere in the middle a freaked-out guitar solo à la Slash draws all
of your ears attention before the tandem vocals take over again until the mental
finale. Oil your pipes for an ah-ah-ah-ah-ah sing-along.
ELECTRIC HIGH is a high-voltage rock team from Bergen, Norway.
A 5-piece that goes straight for the throat, fronted by two in-your-face
lead singers, while the band shoots out pure electric power.
Proof of it all is their new headbutt named SEVEN WONDERS.
A song about taking it more than a few steps too far and biting
far more than you can chew.
TUTV: On Seven Wonders this Norwegian hit team go gaga again with
rabid riffage, a pounding rhythm section, and maniacal vocals by the
two vivid vocalists boasting ridiculous promises based on historical myths
of Zeus, Helios, King Nebukadnesar of Babylon, and the seven wonders of the
ancient world. Around the 3-minute mark a freaked-out guitar solo is the
harbinger for a demented finale that attacks your stereo with puissance.
This is what raging rock ‘n’ roll is all about. All motors and
all cylinders on, turning the decibels to the max and going berserk.
Band: ELECTRIC HIGH Who: A high-voltage rock band from Bergen, Norway.
The 4-piece goes straight for the throat, fronted by two
in-your-face lead singers, while the band shoots out
pure electric power.
“You know when you feel like a circus animal that’s being chased around the ring, trying to escape the Ringmaster’s notorious whip? It feels like a giant storm is building up around and inside you, that is about to break loose with full force … This song is not about that. It’s about the Ringmaster, and being the one who swings the whip on other people. The one who whips up the storm and demands that everyone follows his command.”
Cyclone starts with both Electric High’s lead singers spitting the letter FFFFFFF into
the microphones before the whole band kicks in with full force into a pounding upbeat groove. The bridge coming up next, sounds like the whole band is tripping on acid, while singing brow-raisingly out of tune lalalala’s. Cyclone rages on into another verse and another bridge before the chorus opens the beat up, amplifies the power, and the C-c-c-yclone appears. The band takes a tiny little breather, with a strange repeating
guitar lick, before the storm breaks out again.
This Norwegian indie rock brigade looks mean, rocks mean and Cyclone is a mean new single. As described above this rough rollin’ 4-piece causes thunder and lighting with this new trash and slash slam. Watch out for the Ringmaster. It can be fuckin’ Putin in disguise. To hell with him.
James Cox (frontman): ““I used to be quite obsessed with true crime, and this song was
kind of born out of researching H.H Holmes and the World Trades Hotel in the 1860’s where
he would murder people staying at his hotel informally called ‘The Murder Castle’. I also got quite obsessed with a faith healer from the early 1900’s called Reverend Major Jealous Divine and reading transcripts of his old sermons, so this is basically just a weird amalgamation of mad shit I read about.”
A wham-bloody-bam drum intro, scorching guitars, filthy grooves, angry vocals,
all in just 50 seconds. Sounds like Nick Cave and his freakish gang The Birthday Party
are back with a filthy blues-injected blast. If you like creepy doom and gloom hullabaloo from a smelly basement you’ll love this to death.
A razorblade uppercut as intimidating as a bulldozer and
cutting as a Swiss knife. No rest for the wicked. One of the
clamorous highlights of these hardcore junks’ debut album A False Glimmer Of Hope.
Garage blues-rock junk Jon Spencer is back in town.
This time with his HITmakers. This razzle-dazzle cracker
is pushed by a bouncy synth touch and, schizophrenic
guitars and, of course, Spencer‘s freaky vocals.
The wonderful Kristin Hersh has an impressive résume.
10 albums with Throwing Muses, 10 solo albums and one
full LP and several EPs with50 Foot Wave (trio with Throwing Muses‘ bassist Bernard Georges).
And Hersh doesn’t think about retiring yet, she never will.
A new 7-track 50 Foot Wave album, entitled Black Pearl
comes our way on 15 April. Order info here.
Taster Staring Into The Sun is, a boisterous and metallic
slo-mo groove with a hammering beat, pumped-up guitars,
and Hersh’s manic vocals augmenting the shadowy tone of
this belter.
So what’s next for 50 Foot Wave? Playing at
metalfest Aftershock in Sacramento in October?
8. ‘Clowns For President’ by BAD SKIN (Montreal, CA)
Think legendary gritty grrrls Bikini Kill having a ball with Pussy Riot while kicking Russian president Putin up the ass.
These 4 steamy sisters in punchy punk crime buzz and fuzz
like a hot rod on the run.
Bad Skin storm full steam ahead with front Amazon Dope sneering
like a raging riot grrrl. Yep, Dope is dope. And this stunning stonker
is dope too!
Sounds like Patti Smith‘s Because The Night ends in a painful break-up
for the lovers. Ava Vox‘s heartache vocality and hurt timbre emphasise
the confused state of mind of the abused one and the melodramatic
sonic boom of this emotional eruption expresses sorrow, distress,
and angst. Another gripping Vox piece.
10. ‘This Cost Of Life’ by TIDAL WAVE (Toronto, CA)
Oh my, oh my. This sky-reaching gem left me out of breath after just one spin.
A tower of a song with an imposing impact. A masterstroke that explodes after the foreplay-intro and moves up and down like a roller coaster. Stellar tune, stellar sound, stellar guitars, stellar emotions, and a stellar chorus. Anthemically orchestrated with goosebumps arrangments. I’m quite sure their awesome fellowmen Arcade Fire would
like this grand exploit.
This is one of those songs that hypnotise from the get-go
to the eager finale. A feverish chant, one long chorus with Marglin‘s delirious voice causing goosebumps.
This is classic heavy metal. Huge sound, huge vocals, huge tune
with a huge chorus. If you’re a metal addict you will not mind if this
Swedish hit team stalks you. After an ominous violin intro, all burners
are on and frontman Michael Storck’s overwhelming pipes take over.
Self-titled debut longplayer comes on
11th February 2022 via WormHoleDeath.
This boiling-hot-cooking stroke hit me and my ears from
the moment the first chord blasted out of my shaking stereo.
Ardent anxiety and edgy excitability dominate this fanatical
outburst. And when the hair-rising chorus erupts you’ll
go mental just as these wolves do.
A twist and turn prog-pop-rock composition bringing legends Genesis (early years with Peter Gabriel) and YES (with voice Jon Anderson)
to mind. My favorite cut from Odawin‘s triumphant debut EP ‘Untitled.
Sensual, puzzling, tempting, synth-matic,
imaginative, seductive, esoteric, and relaxing.
HVIRESS are here to stay.
The ladies have once again teamed up with Scott Chalmers
to create an unsettling music video that leaves the viewer
pondering what they’ve just seen, a perfect partner to
the song’s opening lines…
“What is it that you see? It almost seems unreal
What is responsible for all the things you feel”
This riff-rowdy ripper flames with fervid fervency and resonates
as if Bob Mould was invited to play guitar. Ace tune, towering
sound, impassioned vocals, and a sickly sticky chorus.
Just what you need to activate your serotonin production.
Maximum result for a minimum wage.
This is what ecstatic pop grandeur is all about. Music that elevates
your state of mind to a titillating level. This new majestic single
generates a spellbinding buzz we all can use in these difficult
pandemic times.
When the multi-layered vocals/harmonies kick in, a gospel-like choir delight
creates an atmosphere of utter joy comparable with the euphoric drive of The Polyphonic Spree. Vitalizing vibe, refreshing rapture.
Band: ELECTRIC HIGH Who: A high voltage rock band from Bergen, Norway.
The 4-piece goes straight for the throat, fronted by two
in-your-face lead singers, while the band shoots out
pure electric power.
“People tell lies all the time. Either to hide something, to get away with something,
or just a little white lie to cover up something totally innocent that nobody needs
to know about. Something you possibly shouldn’t have done. But sometimes white
lies stop being completely white, and start changing color.”
Turn Up The Volume: After a dancey handclap intro, it’s all burners on with
a headbanging impact. Heavy boogie drones to play air guitar to, in front of
the mirror. Echoes of muscular American motherrockers – like Van Halen,
Sammy Hagar and Aerosmith – are all over the heated place. Add firm Lynryd
Skynyrd harmonies and you know you’ll have this blaring beast on your
speakers for quite some time.
Thumbs up for Electric High, middle-finger
to all die-hard liars who freak you out. Now
let’s rock our butts off to this riff monster.
