You’re Smiling Now But We’ll All Turn Into Demons - 'Jesus Loves The Demons'
(Beware The Priest) CD
So much bullshit has been written about music over the years. And, yes, mea culpa, I’ve contributed plenty nasty to the steaming heap in my time. But
this is ripe stuff: "[Demons] .. left a trail of broken guitars stretching right across the South Coast.. the band have gigged and recorded sporadically wielding the sound of Sonic Youth making Shellac sick, while Les Savy Fav clean up the mess and the Icarus Line laugh in the corner." Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Sixth form, local newspaper, fanzine editor, Steve Lamacq bullshit. The only thing missing is "they’ll be huge and on Top of The Pops one of these days."
But it’s not all bad.
One word and 10 tracks redeem the Demons. The word first: "rocknroll." Simple. Not bullshit. The Truth. The Rock Truth. Check the record. Check the guys’ rock record. rocknroll. Not Rock’n’Roll or Rock and Roll or Rock & Roll. rocknroll. Hard. Fast. Dirty. Unpunctuated. Ungrammatical. Untaught. Understand this: rocknroll ain’t noise pollution. rocknroll ain’t gonna die. rocknroll is grimy and sleazy and writhes around on the floor dribbling pre-vomit down itself and pokes you in the solar plexus and grabs your crotch and kicks you in the head and changes your life forever. rocknroll is six strings and attitude. rocknroll is that manic thrill, that carefree rush, that amphetamine surge, that wired-in, wired-up headlong freefall. rocknroll is a way to live your life. And a way to make your music. 10 tracks. 10 tracks of full-on abandon. 10 tracks of barely holding it together. 10 tracks of scrawled geetar riff, trap set abuse, Porkbeast bass and Marlborough lung vocals. Recorded like it was live. It’s alive. Forget all the bullshit. Believe in rocknroll.
Jimmy Possession
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You’re Smiling Now But We’ll All Turn Into Demons - 'Jesus Loves The Demons'
(Beware The Priest) CD
They’re actually called You’re Smiling Now But We’ll All Turn Into Demons, but that’s somewhat tiring on the fingers, so The Demons will do for brevity’s sake. Brevity is a philosophy The Demons understand. They’ve been together for less than a year, plainly fuelled by an ‘I can do that’ ethic having watched wave upon wave of over-hyped and over-here garage/punk acts arriving in their back yard. They proudly claim a kinship with Les Savy Fav, Shellac and Sonic Youth, and for once this is no idle boast; had they formed in Brooklyn rather than southern England the chances are that they’d already have claimed a spread in The Face. We don’t do fashion here though, we’re more interested in the Evil Powers of Rock And Roll. So are The Demons, and knowing that it took just one day in the studio to lay down the ten impressive tracks that form their self-released debut ‘Jesus Loves The Demons’ leads this reviewer to believe that they’ve been visiting a few crossroads late at night for some advice.
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