CD reviews: Two Hands by Turbowolf; White Men are Black Men Too by Young Fathers; Froot by Marina and The Diamonds
Has there ever been a more aptly named band than Turbowolf? Hailing from Bristol, England, the four-piece rock beast sound exactly as their snarling high-octane name suggests.
Two Hands
Spinefarm Records
Has there ever been a more aptly named band than Turbowolf? Hailing from Bristol, England, the four-piece rock beast sound exactly as their snarling high-octane name suggests.
It’s been four long years since Turbowolf’s self-titled psychedelic punk metal classic arrived like a thunderous migraine to re-energise guitar music riffing. Can their rocket-fuelled sophomore effort, Two Hands, live up to such a colossal predecessor?
Opening with the standard thrash metal of Invisible Hand, bouncy lead single Rabbits Foot quickly gets in your face with its funky refrain, “I need some kind of voodoo/ I need some kind of love”.
Beginning like an assembly singalong at Satan’s School of Young Offenders, Solid Gold then takes things up a notch as guitarist Andy Ghosh unleashes a walloping infectious groove. American Mirrors sounds like a lost Alice Cooper classic. At its heart Two Hands is thunderous stoner rock with daubs of electronica and elements of classic rock (and possibly a bucketful of peyote) and it’s an almighty ear-bleeding beauty.