Garage punk is, and always
probably will be, in rude health in the strangest places across the globe.
Self-sustaining scenes of
ramalama mayhem exist everywhere under the radar of the mainstream.
In the basement clubs and the
backrooms of bars from Austen to Auchtermuchty the sounds of unfiltered and untamed
rock and roll can be heard, and one of the most excellent of those who keep the
flame alive are Scottish reprobates ‘The Bucky Rage’.
With their Luchador masks and
stocking clad faces they are a band who lean towards eschewing normality and
instead prefer to dive headlong into an underground scene that unless
experienced will never really be understood.
Perennial outsiders they may well
be, but proudly claiming that it is better to be the kings of your own fantasy
kingdom than hang on to the bottom rung of a passionless music scene could be
their motto.
On their latest release, the full
length twelve track, ‘Under the Underground’ they hammer the point home
gleefully that hitching their star to a populist bandwagon is certainly not
under consideration, and instead look to dazzle with tracks that will warm the
cockles of the hearts of garage aficionados near and far.
There’s no point in trying to pin
down a specific era theme across the breadth of this release as there is none.
From the fifties through the
sixties and seventies they are touching bass with the sounds that illustrate
why rock and roll played with wild abandon will never go out of fashion.
Shading the material with
everything from The Sonics to The Cramps and then smothering it with the
attitude that lurks at the bottom of a bottle of tonic wine just makes it all
sound so….so….sooo…..well so fuckin’ magical just about covers it.
Leftfield surprise of the album
is the inclusion of what is their version of a sea shanty called O’ Ragin’ Sea,
a song that with repeated spins beds itself in a classic, a shining jewel
thrown before swines.
Square kids won't get it.
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