Due to my Mac currently operating slower than a Geordie Shore cast members thought processes, I have had to resort to spotlighting a band blessed with the foresight to send me their music in a physical format. Not only does this appeal to my Luddite mentality and my hoarding nature but also shows you that if you want a review the traditional methods are often the best.
They are a band neither particularly young nor new but due to their fairly sporadic career path through the local music scene, many of you may not be aware of Diablo 13. Their string of e.p. releases show a wonderfully creative upward spiral. Theirs is the sound of a bunch of hardcore musicians indulging in their love of country music and old time rock and roll. The result is a blend of punked out redneck rants, Motorhead does Johnny Cash collisions and scuzzy garage rock influences, or as one reviewer termed it…. Countrycore. (Okay, that was me.)
What’s also great about them is that on stage they look just how you imagine they should, tattooed, more plaid shirts than a lumberjack convention and just the right sort of cowboy hat (think Al Jorgensen rather than Dwight Yokam.) And live they also deliver the goods, particularly memorable is front man Mark who seems to switch between delivering his lyrics with the required aggression and intensity and a neat between song line in Tim Vine-esque one liners.
Ok, maybe not country music as you know it, more like country being towed by an 18 wheel Peterbilt, with the brakes shot and noxious smoke pouring out. Lemmy is driving, Nick Cave navigating, Supersuckers acting as the mechanics and Glen Danzig riding shotgun. Absolutely great, but not for the faint hearted.