The impossibly
pompadoured pirates of psychobilly punk return with another platter
overflowing with punchy, park bench drunk tales of the underworld. The
usual psycho reliance on zombie and horror movie themes are neatly moulded
into metaphors for our strange days, like the Sin have just zoomed in from
another dimension and are scratching their collective chin (the big nerve
centre generator of their space craft in fact) at just what the holy hell
is happening here. Just as primitive man invented legends of gods, spectral shadows and
unmentionable beasts to understand their world so the Sin turn this
confusion
into strength by setting into stone these sonic slabs of deliverance...I
ain't suggesting they invented Turbonegro...They've put a poppier edge on
things this
time just for easy digestion (and feature a fine-voiced collaboration with
Horrorpops' Patrica Day on 'Dead Moon'), but still retained the unbridled
wildness they're famed for. However, while all's well and good for frantic
as fuck-famished psychobilly speedcore the Sin actually excel at slower
ghoul grooves like 'To Walk The Night', just as '1000 Eyes' and 'Delirium'
stick in your Swiss cheese brain cells from 'Survival Of The Sickest'.
It's easy to dismiss
psycho, punka billy or whatever name you give it, but Mad Sin are prime
and primed movers of this pack so ignore the fact that most of these 18
tracks go by in a speed blur, pretty much like their other records, as
that's just pure live in the moment rockin'...megalithic mountains of
melted cheese melodies, speed and rhythm that'd make King Kurt run through
the jungle and across the sea and Demented devour their plastic face
masks. ________________________________________________________
The impossibly
pompadoured pirates of psychobilly punk return with another platter
overflowing with punchy, park bench drunk tales of the underworld. The
usual psycho reliance on zombie and horror movie themes are neatly moulded
into metaphors for our strange days, like the Sin have just zoomed in from
another dimension and are scratching their collective chin (the big nerve
centre generator of their space craft in fact) at just what the holy hell
is happening here. Just as primitive man invented legends of gods, spectral shadows and
unmentionable beasts to understand their world so the Sin turn this
confusion
into strength by setting into stone these sonic slabs of deliverance...I
ain't suggesting they invented Turbonegro...They've put a poppier edge on
things this
time just for easy digestion (and feature a fine-voiced collaboration with
Horrorpops' Patrica Day on 'Dead Moon'), but still retained the unbridled
wildness they're famed for. However, while all's well and good for frantic
as fuck-famished psychobilly speedcore the Sin actually excel at slower
ghoul grooves like 'To Walk The Night', just as '1000 Eyes' and 'Delirium'
stick in your Swiss cheese brain cells from 'Survival Of The Sickest'.
It's easy to dismiss
psycho, punka billy or whatever name you give it, but Mad Sin are prime
and primed movers of this pack so ignore the fact that most of these 18
tracks go by in a speed blur, pretty much like their other records, as
that's just pure live in the moment rockin'...megalithic mountains of
melted cheese melodies, speed and rhythm that'd make King Kurt run through
the jungle and across the sea and Demented devour their plastic face
masks.