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“FARIS ROTTER AND CO. MAY WELL DO ghoulish garage punk better than Herman Munster strapping on a T-Bird bass guitar and cranking its distortion pedal up to 11, but the release of The Horrors’ ‘Strange House’ hasn’t deterred fellow children of the graveyard and gutter punks from marching on with brands of rock that make […]

“FARIS ROTTER AND CO. MAY WELL DO ghoulish garage punk better than Herman Munster strapping on a T-Bird bass guitar and cranking its distortion pedal up to 11, but the release of The Horrors’ ‘Strange House’ hasn’t deterred fellow children of the graveyard and gutter punks from marching on with brands of rock that make up the real Black Parade. Here are our top 5 bands that we don’t mind shitting ourselves to.

KREEPS
All five Kreeps like to believe that they “live in a log cabin deep in the woods”, “are blamed for missing animals” and “haven’t seen daylight for five years.” On all three accounts Kreeps are clearly talking bollocks. Still, if only for a second, their zombie rock does make one question one’s bullshit radar; Dom Kreep’s heart rupturing deep vocals of the un-dead – and his band’s ability to thrash their instruments harder than most – believably being the craft of a group of social outcasts or perhaps the result of a government experiment gone wrong.
With wax ghost masks for when onstage these guys may be having fun with their image but as the second b-side to the Loog released ‘Everyone I Went To School With Is Dead’ [1], ‘You Can’t Give Me Anything’ show these guys to be less kreepy body snatchers and more fag toking sexed up strutters with melodies that need no gimmicks to gain attention.

BLACK LIPS
Black Lips’ rumoured story is hazed in thick fog but it allegedly goes that when arriving in England from Atlanta, having released 4 albums independently, the band headed straight for a Vice party, blagged a slot to play, pissed on editor Andy Capper and it was love at first urine complementing sight. Vice then released the band’s first UK release, ‘Not A Problem’/’Dirty Hands’ [2], the latter of which sounds like a young Velvets yelling an early Beatles classic.
It sounds as good as you’ve just imagined and helped the quartet to become Karen O’s “favourite boy band” as they toured with her Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Now someone get Capper a towel.

THE SCARE
Remember The Datsuns? Ever wonder what happened to them? Well, it seems that Australia’s The Scare cooked them into a cauldron of broth, washed the ‘Harmonic Generators’ down with goblets of wolf’s blood and adopted the Kiwi rockers best bits, aka Dolf’s back arching yell.
Full, they then created new single ‘Bats Bats Bats’ [3] from their adopted UK hometown, the genuinely frightening Birmingham. If Freddie Kruger was having a block party and needed a house band to cater for Jason’s love for cutting shapes and the Scream killer’s love for cutting up gate crashers, he need look no further.

DIE! DIE! DIE!
When New Zealand trio Die! Die! Die! hear that they’re featured here, tossed in with the likes of Kreeps and The Guillotines, they’ll probably go to town on our arses with very hard objects.
Their name says it all – Die! Die! Die! get straight to the point. So without any fancy props, stylists or marketing tricks, they’ll no doubt sling on their ‘Locust Weeks EP’ [4] and, as it retches out sounds that resemble Black Flag thrashing The Pixies with a length of barbed wire, push our balls into a piggy bank while still attached. Still, you won’t be able to hear our screams.


Certainly not before bedtime, you can check just why we’ve saved The Guillotines until last for yourself at myspace.com/headwillrockandroll. The demo of ‘Wandering’ [5] sounds like Jim Morrison doing a Stars In Their Eyes tribute to Louis Armstrong while on the booze, but the tortured sax of ‘The Nest Are All…’ is enough to force Hannibal Lecter to change his CKs.

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