Japanese rock’n’roll that’ll set your tail feathers on fire as you run for cover. Wild and chaotic, and “sloppy” in a rampaging way, not like they can’t play.
From Boston, signed to legendary punk label Dionysus, this three-piece crank out the garage rock with skill and style. Riffs, organ, and hand-claps galore.
Aah, it fits, that being Warrior Soul’s Kory Clarke thrown like a match at the pumps into the rude and rudimentary redneck rock truck known as Dirty Rig.
Greatly reducing the rich, sleek, and bottom-end heavy production approach of their past work, the duo have turned in a slightly retro and more uptempo record.
They have a kinda Pink Floyd thing going. Maybe it’s just a lurking darkness beneath the lush pop melody, maybe it’s the guitarist is allowed to speak up.