Killington Fall – Live Review – Hobgoblin Staines
Somewhere a guitar-note is squeezed out, and startles you, like a wound on the face of an innocent angel…
MoreSomewhere a guitar-note is squeezed out, and startles you, like a wound on the face of an innocent angel…
Moreelectronic impulses shot – hot – like love capsules being sprayed at you from an angry cupid…
MoreThe oppressive heat of these sounds and the mosquito bites of the sub-text, together with those muttering Will-o’-the-wisp marsh-born guitars, create a sweat stained blanket of melodic loops that lazily crawl around the landscape like snakes on the prowl in the tangle of a mangrove swamp
More“Where are my girls?” She shrieks. “Let all the girls come through – let them come up here – I like to be surrounded by the Women of Rock…” She was soon to be surrounded by her slaughter of innocents.
MoreGood, honest working man rock. Like ‘Slade’ in the glory days ….
MoreThe whole effect (of this band) is like having a box of fire-crackers going off, all at once, in your under-shreddies
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