Terminal Gods are the genuine desperadoes of London’s emerging underbelly of dark dive rock bands.
Since forming in 2011 the band have sold out an EP and two 7” singles to an ever growing fanbase desperate for more.
Frontman Robert Cowlin’s songwriting craftsmanship deals in the dark imagery and storytelling he acquired growing up fascinated in cult film and literature. With a mixed melting pot of melody, texture and influence, The Gods are classic songwriting personified, with exquisite arrangement and glorious production which harks back to a golden era in British songwriting.
The Terminal Gods return with their brand new single – Cold Life – [out July 14 on Heavy Leather Records] – we had a listen:
As fuzzy-headed as a lovesick grizzly, this song storms in with so much hype, anger and attitude that it wipes your face off.
Driving guitars moan and whinge – but they all have a genuine rock ‘n’ roll rhythm.
The main voice is indulgent, insolent and brattish. And this feeling is magnified a million times… because it is accompanied by the crudest mess of choruses we’ve heard for a long time. It was as if Ian Astbury had started to perform alongside the Stooges.
Yes – it’s punk. But with the credentials and the warm vintage charm of rockabilly.
If you like your rock to be as unctuously black as low-sulfur diesel oil – yet you enjoy posing and quiffing about like a Friday night bopper from Ozark – then this will be for you.
Tempting, muddy and dangerously brutal.
@neilmach © 2014
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