Showing posts with label Diablo Royale. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Sunday Conversation with Diablo Royale


Heavy.  Nice and heavy, with some real balls.  That's the way we like our rock and that's what Diablo Royale bring on in spades.  Here's Mike, the drummer, filling us in on what makes Diablo Royale tick.


When I was a kid, growing up in a house with Cat Stevens, Neil Diamond, and Simon and Garfunkel, the first time I ever heard Kiss's "Detroit Rock City," it was a moment of musical epiphany. It was just so vicious, aggressive and mean. It changed the way I listened to music. I've had a few minor epiphany's since then, when you come across a band that just brings something new and revolutionary to your ears.

What have been your musical epiphany moments?


There are so many of these, really.  And they still happen now.  Most recently was seeing Alice In Chains in NYC in the Spring.  They are a phenomenal band and put on a live show to be envied.  As far as the first one, for me, personally, I'd have to say seeing Lars Ulrich behind his white Tama kit.  That's when I knew I wanted to play the drums.

Talk to us about the song-writing process for you. What comes first, the idea? A riff? The lyrics? How does it all fall into place?

We are a riff oriented band and the songs really do start that way.  They then go through a lot of revisions as a the lyrics and melody are done to make sure that it flows. 

Who has influenced you the most?

As band that is really hard to say, so I won't just pick one.  We are influenced by a lot of bands, AC/DC to Megadeth to Avenged Sevenfold.  Not all of them are so noticeable in the music, but it's there.

For me, personally, I'd say Vinnie Paul from Pantera.  He's a monster drummer that lets you know that he's there but never gets in the way of the music.  As a matter of fact, he always seems to write the perfect drum part to fit the song.


Where do you look for continuing inspiration? New ideas, new motivation?

It's really not that hard, it's everywhere.  Other bands that we play with, new albums that come out and going out to live shows.  Just constantly being around music does the trick.

Genre's are so misleading and such a way to pigeonhole bands. Without resorting to labels, how would you describe your music?

A punch in the face without the pain.

What is you musical intention? What are you trying to express or get your audience to feel?

Energy, lots and lots of it.  We want people on their feet and moving when we play.  That's what we look for when we listen to music and watch bands and we make sure our audience experiences that.

Come on, share with us a couple of your great, Spinal Tap, rock and roll moments?

Well, the worst (or best depending on your point of view) was when the tire blew out on the highway after a gig.  We pulled into the nearest gas station, went to sleep and when we woke up, the mechanic wasn't showing up.  So we drove another mile to the next place with the wheel making a sound that just screamed expensive and got it fixed.

 What makes a great song?

Attitude, sincerity and passion that comes through from the performance of every player.

Tell us about the first song you ever wrote?

It was "Casanova" in this band.  True to form, it was the riff first.  Actually, it had to be, we didn't have a singer yet.  Eric had the main riff and then he and Gman sat down and arranged it into a song.  Adrian wrote the lyrics as soon as he joined with Eric's help.  It's about the women that are teases.

What piece of your music are particularly proud of?

Personally, Greedy Dogs.  I love the lyrical message, the performance and the attitude.  I love playing that song live.

Who today, writes great songs? Who just kicks your ass? Why?

Right now I'm really into Avenged Sevenfold.  I know it's not the first band you'd think we'd mention, but I love what they are doing.  It's in your face and they aren't afraid to do their own thing.  There is no pop formula there.

Vinyl, CD, or digital? What's your format of choice?

Vinyl sounds so unique and rich so it's great.  But obviously most new music doesn't come out that way.  So digital.  You can't beat the portability and you don't have to worry about scratches.

Whiskey or beer?  And defend your choice

Whiskey.  Frankly, I don't like beer.  And I've tried to find one I liked.  Really tried.  Mainstream stuff, import, microbrews, I've even traveled to England and tried to get into warm beer.  No dice, it all tastes like what I'd imagine piss tastes like, except in England where it's piss they didn't bother to put on ice.  Jack Daniels on the other hand never fails to deliver.

We, at the Ripple Effect, are constantly looking for new music. What's your home town, and when we get there, what's the best record store to lose ourselves in?

We're in New York city.  Sadly, there really aren't any record stores left big enough to turn around in, let alone get lost.  It would have been Virgin on Union Square.

Any final comments or thoughts you'd like to share with our readers, the waveriders?


Make some music.

Monday, November 8, 2010

I Like to Rock - Featuring Astrovan, Sweet Kiss Momma, Diablo Royale, and Eden Burning

Perhaps Myles Goodwyn, the lead singer of April Wine, said it best; “I like to rock!”

Once upon a time, rock was king.  Good old fashioned, hard and heavy rock.  There was nothing to match the excitement that exploded in every testosterone-crazed, teen-aged boy’s adrenals when Nugent unleashed “Cat Scratch Fever,” or the universal man-nod of approval that followed AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell.”   I remember the fever that broke out when Back in Black was released.  The anticipation, the moment, the climax, the basking glow of the aftermath.  Breathless.  Sweaty.  You know where I’m going with this.

But over the years, good old fashioned rock got vilified.  If you liked it you were called a Neanderthal, a caveman, a lunkhead.  Rock was the genre for hairy men who lived in their parent’s basements, smelled like fermenting gym socks, couldn’t imagine a woman without the staples of the centerfold piercing her belly, and cultivated one or two brain cells at  most.

Then when bands like Arcade Fire broke through, rock got pushed father and farther down into the dirty underwear drawer.  Those who “knew” --critics who tried to set the stage for the rest of us-- only liked indy rock.  It was refined, cultivated. It was sensitive.

Forget that!  You may or may not like Arcade Fire, but one thing they aren’t is rock.  This sissy-fication of rock reached pinnacle levels of fey sensitivity with the success of bands like Keane and Coldplay.  Damn it.  I’m a man.  Got testosterone.  I scratch my crotch and drink milk right outta the carton.  I want it loud and I want it ballsy, dirty, slimy, in my face and nasty.  I want my rock dangerous and ready for a prison break.   I want my rock to rawk!

Fortunately, there are still some dirty mofos out there who get it.  This column is for them. 


Astrovan – You Said it Man

One note is all it takes.  One note!  Dig that guitar, hear the fuzz, the grit.  Feel the thunder of the drum quaking in the background.  Layer on some thick as molasses bass dripping in honey sweat, drop in a front-man with swagger, a cocky in your face ‘tude, with a foul mouth and a throat full of spit, and we got the makings of a great rock album . . er . . .  EP. 

Coming from Seattle, these guys suckled at the teet of Soundgarden, sprouted appendages in the womb of Alice in Chains.  They were sired by the riff-Lords of Guns n’ Roses, and AC/DC and Aerosmith.  And what emerged was fully-formed, ugly and nasty, pissed off and vowing not to take it no more.  It’s all there, in song two, “Twelve Guage Promise.”  I’m tired of talking to you/now it’s time for action.  You want danger in your rock? How's a loaded shotgun in your face hit you?

The retro-packaging of the Peachy folder lets anyone know that these guys got '70's riff-rock rampaging in their veins.  They blaze across the six-song EP, like a five-headed, hot-rod gang of parolees, pummeling out throttle-rock at high-octane levels.  Suck on the exhaust, grab your brass knuckles and join in the fun.

Buy here: You Said It Man
Buy Mp3: You Said It Man [Explicit]

www.myspace.com/astrovanner


Sweet Kiss Momma – Revival Rock

Revival rock indeed!  This gritty platter of ballsy, blues-ified, riff-rock comes at you like a blood-spittled gator crawling out of some time-warped southern swamp, where guitars still reign supreme, men drive 18-foot tall trucks with bigger gun racks, and Jack Daniels drips from mother’s breasts instead of milk.

This isn’t revisionist rock, it’s a fucking reclamation!  It’s a six-string declaration that rock in the classic southern vein is back-- the land claimed in the name of Queen Hustler Magazine and moonshine.  Bongs at the ready.  But not only does this shit rock, it grooves.  Really grooves, in that rolling way that only the best of Southern Rock ever could.  Just listen to “Son of the Mountain,” and you’ll get it.  That groove is thicker than the layer of mud caked on the tires at a tractor pull.

Like Pig Iron, these mutts are the real deal.  Sure there’s a touch of Skynard, but it’s more full-on rock than that.   Think Point Blank when they were good, 38 Special when they mattered, Blackfoot when they existed.  Take that whole vibe, douse it in axle grease, drop it off in some biker bar brandishing the Confederate Flag, $1 beers, and a protective fence around the stage and we’re all set.

I don’t know what these guys look like, but my imagination says that they’re big hairy brutes who could put the fear of God into anybody who crosses their path.  Just the way rock is supposed to be.

www.myspace.com/sweetkissmomma


Diablo Royale – Greedy Dogs

Fuck Axl Rose!  Take a band that mattered and turn it into a living joke?  In front of the whole world?  Not on Diablo Royale’s watch!

Churning out a brutal beast of venomous rock and roll, Greedy Dogs is the clamor of testosterone-laden street curs no longer content to sit back and watch the music they love die.  Guitars at the ready, grasped as surely as if they were M16 machine guns, aimed squarely at the solar plexus, Diablo Royale swath themselves in bathtub-meth, hard rock savagery. 

“Resistance,” with it’s “six feet underground” refrain and mad-as-hell riffery is as certain to imprison your ear as the first time you ever heard “Paradise City.”  Then, without letting up for one moment  “Greedy Dogs,” unloads with the mother-of-all massive hard rock riffs, guaranteed to whip the punters into a frenzy.  Drugs, riots, groupies.   Diablo Royale are a return to those heady days when rock really mattered and no hotel room was safe. Hear that television crashing through the 18th floor window?  Yeah, that's them.

Buy here: Greedy Dogs
Buy mp3: Greedy Dogs

http://diabloroyale.net/home/


Eden Burning – Banged Up N’ Dirty


Eden Burning got one singular message for the American public.  They got penises and they ain’t afraid to use em.  Lock up your daughters, chain up your wives, this is the return of cock rock with nary a condom in sight.  Banged Up N’ Dirty?  This is get down, humped-from-behind, filthy and obnoxious rawk.   This is a Russ Myers B-rated, G-cup film brought to life, soaked in beer, whiskey, body fluids and left bare-naked on the floor, exhausted, spent, and begging for more.

“If You Want Me,” sums up these one-eyed monsters’ world view. “The girl was a freak, liked to do the crazy mambo,” spit out amidst the crushing powerchords and vibrator-paced drums and bass.  Power?  Hell yes! As the Pope would say, these guys pound it out as viciously as a trained monkey using my ball sack as a boxing speed bag.

“Glitter Girl,” spits out glammed up and sexy, but no less porn-tastic.  These guys are like the rust on a strippers brass pole, festering from years of contact with body fluids.  Toss in a guitar lick that’s just about as sexy as said stripper and we got a tune that should keep dollar bills flowing in girlie clubs year round. 

I don’t know who they sound like.  KissNugent?  Does it really matter?  It’s sleazy, cocaine-addled, junk rock cranked up to mind-melting, bug-eyed ferocity.  Isn't that what rock’s all about?

www.myspace.com/edenburning

--Racer


Astrovan



 Sweet Kiss Mama



Diablo Royale



 Eden Burning