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LIMITED EDITION 500 ONLY VINYL LP WITH HIGH GLOSS SLEEVE AND PRINTED INNER BAG. CD LIMITED TO 500 COPIES IN DIGIPACK SLEEVE WITH 4 PAGE LYRIC BOOKLET
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Tracklisting :
1. Crime (6:09)
2. Prostitutes
(3:46)
3. Zoltan (2:20)
4. World
Murderer (5:31)
5. Reaper (4:31)
6. Fabled
Succubus (4:22)
7. Motorhome
(1:32)
8. No Tomorrow
(11:48)
ORDER VIA THE WEBSHOP OR BANDCAMP SITE (IF STILL AVAILABLE) Recorded in a snake pit, in a quarry, on top of a mountain, in the desert, at night, during a thunderstorm, BAD GUYNAECOLOGY is the second album from Hackney’s BAD GUYS. Not only that, they will be playing an album launch show on FRIDAY 13th MARCH – yes, you heard that right, unlucky for some but not for BAD GUYS – at London’s infamous Lexington venue ahead of a full run of UK dates. Full of heavy riffs, pounding drums and wild vocals laid down on seven foot wide steel tape, then smelted into WAVs by an irritable dwarf in an ancient forge, in space - BAD GUYNAECOLOGY truly is the soundtrack to your generation. Whoever you are. THE VINYL EDITION
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So, now you’re hooked, here’s some facts: Bad Guys are a southerner, a midlander, a Canadian and a Hungarian.
Production duties on
this album fell to esteemed metal producer Jaime Gomez Arellano
(Ghost, Cathedral, Angel Witch).
Bad Guys have played
at several ATP festivals without ever being asked, razed a
chalet to the ground on one occasion and got heavily fined, then
next time played directly outside the security guards’
accommodation and got shut down. Learning from experience they
opted to play inside the main building next time and were shut
down due to being a fire hazard.
They’ve played on
the fourth plinth in Trafalger Square as part of Anthony
Gormley’s ‘One and Other’ art installation, they were told to
shut down then as well even though you were supposed to be able
to do whatever you like.
They’ve played in a
theatre, as part of a poorly judged bit of experimentalism by a
director. They weren’t shut down but it was clear everyone
wanted them to leave.
Then they played in
the life drawing room in the Royal Academy (the oldest life
drawing room in the country), where they performed naked and
people drew them, with varying degrees of success. They weren’t
shut down and lot’s of intellectuals said it was interesting.
As well as all this
stuff they’ve played in countless pubs and clubs and parties up
and down the country and around Europe and have been generally
very well received. Apart from in Glasgow where the promoter
didn’t bother turning up, the DJ played techno to warm up and
one drunk woman kept shouting at them to shut up
REVIEWS
Bad Guys return
with their 2nd album 'Bad Guynaecology'. Yeah, awesome pun
with a great album cover to match. Bad Guys released a
superb debut album back in 2013. Its style of Punk, Sludge,
Doom, Stoner and Hard Rock won them a range of admirers
within the scene. The other element that make Bad Guys such
a great band is their hilarious and in your face lyrics that
verged on genius insanity.
Now, Bad Guys
are back singing about stealing Tonka Trunks, Prostitutes
part time activities in the Garden and a whole range of
disturbing stuff that only Bad Guys could get away with.
Opening track 'Crime' is no doubt the albums standout track,
Bad Guys have written a downright hilarious morality tale,
with the lead singer telling us a story about getting a
Tonka Truck by the only way he knows how 'CRIME' after he's
flatly been refused by his parents. The lyrics have a Guy
Ritchie charm about them as you hear the illegal deed in
full, make no mistake you will be laughing too much as this
song is insane. I haven't even talked about the music yet as
Bad Guys play a lo-fi style of fuzz driven Sludge/Stoner
Metal riffs with Punk Rock carnage to give it a kitchen-sink
type appeal.
You will be
shouting out the loud echoes of CRIME and TONKA throughout
this track as its pure genius and insanity at the same time.
The 2nd song 'Prostitutes (Are Making Love In My Garden)'
can be classed as the albums love song in a certain twisted
way. As Bad Guys vent their anger on what happens in the
garden. And they ain't happy one bit with tales of romance
and everything in between. It's another hilarious and action
packed tale with killer riffs to match. It has a seedier
feel with the distorted riffs giving way to in-your-face
Punk Rock magic. Third track 'Zoltan Snake Hunter' is a more
fast-paced affair with Bad Guys unleashing heavy
Stoner/Sludge based riffs. The lyrical content takes aim at
TV Adventurers and Fearless Wildlife Presenters going after
a dangerous beast.
The album can be
very dark at times especially on the 2nd half where the
riffs become heavier, dirtier and even seedier. Underneath
all the darkness of the album there is a band screaming to
get out and have a good time with you all. The lovable
rogues from the first album may have grown up more
disgracefully and there's no denying the raucous nature of
their music, indeed Bad Guys are in a league of their own.
As with their
debut album, Bad Guys end the album with an epic track
clocking in at 11 mins or so, namely 'No Tomorrow', with the
delightful 'Motorhome' an excellent precursor. It is a 90
second scuzzy as hell romp, which you will be singing out
loud for days. For me though, the main event is 'No
Tomorrow', a progressive sludge metal treat for all you prog
rock fans with a Bad Guys twist. Dark vocals and lyrics
combine once more for another of the albums standout tracks.
Bad Guys place more emphasis on mood than humour and it's a
decision that pays off huge dividends. proving that Bad Guys
can write serious songs and are great storytellers too.
In summary 'Bad
Guynaecology' is a great album for Bad Guys to return with.
It's a different album to its predecessor and it proves that
Bad Guys have matured as a band though there's still a ton
of laughs to have along the way. It's a must have record.
Plain and Simple.
SLUDGELORD
Bad Guynaecology,
the second album from London based-four-piece Bad Guys (for
the always excellent label Riot Season), deals with some
serious and heady themes during its 40 minute running time.
‘Crime’ is a deep psychological exploration of the evolving
thought processes transpiring in the mind of a desperate and
troubled kleptomaniac. ‘Prostitutes (Are Making Love In My
Garden)’ paints a sensitive portrait of the practical
realities and dangers of the illegal sex trade in modern
suburban society. ‘Motorhome’ is about mobility, freedom,
living in a camper van… and fucking. Lots of fucking.
Psychological
explorations? Sensitive portraits? Ha, only joking you mad
fool. This album is as philosophically deep as Bono’s
eardrum. It’s called Bad Guynaecology for fuck’s sake. If
you were expecting Baudelaire or Bertolt Brecht then you’d
be in for a very rude surprise wouldn’t you, with that
title, a very rude surprise indeed.
Seriously what
were you thinking? Honestly, some people.
Anyway, back to
the superb rock album Bad Guynaecology. Cheeky album opener
‘Crime’ is actually about having your parents refuse to buy
you a Tonka toy truck. We all want one of those right? So
what’s the next logical step? Well obviously it’s to nick
one from the local Toys ‘R’ Us. So sort of what I said in
that first paragraph but without the clever-sounding word
bumpf. I’m not a total liar; I’m just a twat.
As an aside, I’m
not sure if the song’s protagonist is a spiteful child or an
insane adult man still living with his parents, coveting
shitty plastic toy cars. Either way the stealy git gets what
he wants. Gravel-voiced singer Stuart bellows the final
father-son revelation in chilling fashion as guitars and
drums punch holes into your face:
“Hey Son,
where’d you get that truck?”
“Toy ‘R’ Us.”
“How’d you pay
for it?”
“I didn’t, I
stole it, I used CRIME! Now I’m a criminal.”
It ends with the
finger-pointing chant: “You should’ve bought me the truck…
you fuck!”
Well we’ve all
been there, aye? Lesson learned. It’s a belter of an opening
track and gets you right in the mood for the 7 other
bludgeoning slices of filthy rock to come.
Lyrically the
album continues where ‘Crime’ leaves off, its grubby tongue
jammed so far in its cheek it’s actually poked through the
leathery skin and is passionately licking the unsuspecting
person sitting next to it on the tube (to Chorleywood no
less). To make matters worse this tongue is made from bits
of gaffa-taped shards of piss-smeared broken glass. Tasty
necking.
Musically
though, this album rocks like a staggeringly violent Judas
Priest fan in a Sleep baseball cap, tumbling drunkenly from
one metal/rock style to the next. Triumphant twin-necked
guitar parts, pounding drums, gnarly bass and the insane
bellows of a maniac all duke it out for pole position.
‘World Murderer’
is an absolute beast of a doom/sludge banger. It’s
absolutely immense, all dirty Sabbath riffs and apocalyptic
crashing drops. If you listen to any song in the next 3 – 4
minutes then this should be it. It’s ace. Demonic vocals are
coiled out over the top like some sort of demented black
magic shaman doing a shit, before the song erupts into
full-on classic heavy metal territory and on-the-edge throat
shredding. Bad Guys clearly know their metal forefather
heritage and give it a jaunty wink.
‘Succubus’ and
album closer ‘No Tomorrow’ are pure chugging ’80s metal,
like an angry Iron Maiden. Just imagine if Bruce Dickinson
was told he couldn’t be a pilot any more. Poor Bruce,
Imagine him kicking off in an airport departure lounge,
smashing the place up in wild gopher-man fury. Go on imagine
it, treat yourself. Well this sounds like that but in
musical form. ‘Reaper’ and ‘Motorhome’ are classic thrash.
Hardcore punk drumming and hammering bass, just the way
momma used to make it.
If Lemmy fell
off his favourite barstool one evening, booze addled and
looking for a quarrel, then he’d probably whack this on his
walkman to get him in the mood for a dance (no Nolan Sisters
for him, no). Bad Guys play loud, sludgy metal-rock, filled
to the brim with big riffs. Lemmy would be proud I tell you.
They may take the piss lyrically but they don’t fuck about
with the songs.
Bad Guynaecology
is a fucking great record and sounds like it was a blast to
make, by a band that take their music seriously but also
know not to take themselves too seriously. Which is why,
despite its silliness, its songs about stolen toy cars,
people having it off in your garden, and men who wrestle
snakes, underneath all of that, this album will absolutely
kick your fucking teeth in.
And I’m not
lying when I say that.
THE MONITORS
Bad Guys are the
kind of ridiculous, fun metal band that I’m really glad
exist. You may well have already gleaned from the fact that
this album is calledBad Guynaecology that they are not a
group that takes themselves 100% seriously. Not for them the
po-faced song topics beloved by so many of their peers (I’m
not necessarily against weed or Satanism, but there does
come a limit) - instead they prefer to tell absurd,
surrealist stories. The music, too, is refreshingly
back-to-basics sludge rock propelled along by the dual
assault of two double-necked guitars, a gleeful throwback to
one of the classic images of rock excess. There are very few
frills here, though, just meaty, primordial riffs,
cataclysmic drumming and a sort of willful silliness.
Powerful album
opener ‘Crime’ sets the tone perfectly, with its riotously
stupid story of a child driven to shoplift a Tonka truck by
his parents’ refusal to buy it for him. The ending refrain
of “You shoulda bought me the truck/ you fuck!” reaffirms
that tongues are going to be firmly in cheeks for the
duration of this album. Next up is ‘Prostitutes (Are Making
Love In My Garden)’, pretty self-explanatory in its subject
matter, but it providing of some amusing reflections on the
nature of sex work (“I wonder if it’s true love, that these
cuckolds really feel/ they need an alternative lifestyle,
who am I to question their ideals?”). Track three
‘ZoltanSnake Hunter’ is a thrashier number which recalls the
Melvins at their riffiest and, in “Fuck you, snakes!_”, has
one of the greatest closing lines of all time.
It’s neat to
have an opening trio of songs that so perfectly capture
exactly what an album, and a band, are all about. Having
said that, it is as we move towards the back-end of Bad
Guynaecology that things really start to get interesting.
‘World Murderer’ shows an even heavier, more evil, side of
the band as it flirts with black metal atonality in the
guitars and gutteral delivery in the vocals. ‘Motorhome’,
apparently a treatise on the pleasures of being an
inconsiderate owner of said vehicle, is a short-and-sweet
take on Motörhead-esque speed metal. Best of all, though, is
12-minute finale ‘No Tomorrow’, which, unsurprisingly, takes
the listener on quite the journey, including two extensive
wig-outs. I feel like wigging out is an essential skill for
bands of this genre and ‘No Tomorrow’ is an excellent
example of a band really cutting loose.
While the funny
song titles and silly lyrics do tend to attract attention
(and I’m aware I’ve talked about them a lot) they shouldn’t
take away from the fact that there is some very good
musicianship here. The sense of humour is welcome, yes, but
it wouldn’t work if the riffs weren’t so on point. It may
seem like a strange comparison but Ian Dury could do so much
with his lyrics and delivery only because The Blockheads
were amazing musicians and a similar symbiosis is at work
here. While I don’t think this is the best work the band can
produce - some of the tracks feel like a flung-together
collection of riffs rather than properly worked out songs -
it is a tremendously accomplished album. It’s heavy as balls
and really fun, and sometimes that’s just what you need.
DROWNED IN SOUND (7/10)
When the first
track is about a young boy shoplifting a Tonka Truck and
ends with him snarling at his father, “you should have
bought me the truck, YOU FUCK!” you know you’re in the hands
of truly damaged people; a band who rock like bastards but
know what they’re doing is inherently stupid. This is a
magnificent – and magnificently dumb – album that revels in
the most depraved and base elements of metal, doom and
stoner rock but has an approach to lyrics and song titles (Motorhome,
Zoltan Snake Hunter) that suggest an acquaintance with the
likes of Killdozer and Ten Benson. This might not be the
most edifying album of the year so far but it’s the most
fun.
NARC MAGAZINE (5/5)
“Recorded in a
snake pit, in a quarry, on top of a mountain, in the desert,
at night, during a thunderstorm.” London-based,
multi-national four-piece Bad Guys sure know how to spin a
yarn, and humour wraps around ‘Bad Guynaecology’’s greasy,
rotten core like engine oil. You can taste the sweat that
comes oozing off this album; it’s a dive bar, basement brawl
of a record, like Pissed Jeans’ ‘Honeys’ with more jokes.
Frequently
hilarious in lyrical content (the opening – and fucking
fantastic – ‘Crime’ is about shoplifting a Tonka Truck from
Toys ‘R’ Us), sonically it’s swaggeringly grotty and full of
grime and grit, moving from ’70s traditional metal to its
primal stoner core, to almost Les Savvy Fav-esque pop-noise.
It’s refreshingly lacking in self-awareness and Bad Guys are
clearly a band led by nothing more than primal instincts and
a desire to rattle your skull with monster riffs and crack
your ribs with ridiculous lyrics. The closing ‘No Tomorrow’
is a non-stop twelve-minute psych-rock powerhouse, ending
the album riotously, just as it begins.
LOUD AND QUIET (8/10)
The hairy,
fat-bellied figure adorning the sleeve of Bad Guys' second
album rather sums up its sound. 'Bad Guynaecology', which
follows the east London heavy-rock quartet's self-titled
2013 debut, is ridiculous, funny and vulgar. Six-minute
opener 'Crime' is a grotty Motorhead chug about a child -
possibly gravel-voiced frontman Stu - who steals a toy truck
from Toys'R'Us and tells his dad: "You should've brought me
the truck, YOU FUCK!" 'Reaper' is super fast, with
thundering drums and waddling ZZ Top guitar. They sound
craziest on 'Motorhome', a ferocious fantasy about buying a
caravan: "Heading to your town/Fucking in your
garden/Trampling on your flowers!" Never mind bad, these
guys sound truly abhorrent.
NME (7/10)
Bad Guys are “a
midlander, a southerner, a Canadian and a Hungarian. Double
necks, double kicks and no mic stand. Long hair, grey hair,
bald-heads and beards. A shitload of rock. The works. Sounds
like a plan. As well as playing with the likes of Circle and
Oxes, these guys have earned a reputation for crashing all
sorts of parties. They’ve played three ATPs, played on the
plinth in Trafalgar Square, played Field Day, pissed off a
lot of security, got a bunch of fines, and helped a lot of
people have a lot of fun. Formed through a mutual desire to
play some rock music that’s not had the life squeezed out of
it by some kind of po-faced academic mangler, they make the
heavy stuff and they play it loud, the way it should be.”
Bad Guys manage
to do all of this with reassuringly BAD names like Stu, PJ,
Dave & Tamas…
‘Bad
Guynaecology’ is a fucking awesome title for an LP, their
second following an eponymous release in 2013, both through
the Riot Season label.
‘Bad
Guynaecology’ is underpinned by powerhouse drumming, killer
Riffage with a capital R and a sagacious vocal delivery.
There are tongue lashings of worldly wise pathos and gallows
humour in the lyrics, each renewed listen teases further
delight from their fleshy folds.
LP opener,
‘Crime’ is a fuzzy domestic tale of unrequited love for a
Tonka Truck, with the protagonist resorting to a spot of
five finger discount; ‘Prostitutes (Are Making Love In My
Garden)’ is a balls to the wall exposé of nocturnal
horticultural delight. I for one do not expect to hear
another track like it this year, nor imagine one to beat
that title; ‘Zoltan’ is a paean to renowned snake wrangler
Zoltan Takacs – “fuck you snakes” ; Side A closer, ‘World
Murderer’ is an epic sprawling intergalactic riff monster,
in the grand tradition of ‘Iron Man’; Side B kicks off with
‘Reaper’, a speedfreakin’ nihilistic motherfucker, evoking
The Merry Pranksters’ ‘Nothing’ albeit with a fairytale
ending; ‘Fabled Succubus’ is the cascading wet-dream we’ve
all been searching for; ‘Motorhome’ city madman, conjures
mayhemic, on and off the road, images of the cult serial
killer movie ‘Sightseers’; Clocking in at a shade under 12
minutes, epic LP finale, ‘No Tomorrow’ kicks in with tribal
pounding drums and guitar that reminds me of Theatre Of
Hate’s ‘Do You Believe In The Westworld’, the instrumental
segments veering down a vocal offramp that sounds like the
bastard child of Cronos and Hetfield before soaring again
heavenward, thrusters refuelled with some heavy duty
Hawkwind propellant…
I asked the Bad
Guys a few questions;
What’s behind
the LP?
Brute force,
time, love, laughter and money.
Upcoming shows?
We got a shit
load of excursions in and out of London.
End of May we
will be in Poland, Hungary, Romania, Czech Republic and
probably Germany, France. Will keep you posted.
What are you
listening to?
The new Gum
Takes Tooth album is great. Stuarts been listening to The
Body, and Levon Vincent and Tamas recommends Dope Calypso.
What’s next?
After gigging
the hell out of this album, we’ll probably be sick of the
sight of each other for a few months. Then that niggling
urge to get back in the studio will go from being a light
tapping in the back of our minds to a hammer drill
compelling us to see if we can do it again, can we make an
album better than the last one?
‘Bad
Guynaecology’ is officially released by Riot Season on March
16th, it is available as a Limited Edition of 400 Vinyl LP’s
with a high gloss sleeve and printed inner bag, as well as
500 CD copies in digipack sleeve.
Only a fool
would argue with Bad Guys, particularly Bad Guys’ whose LP
was, “Recorded in a snake pit, in a quarry, on top of a
mountain, in the desert, at night, during a thunderstorm.”
When not risking
life and limb in said perilous locations, Bad Guys camped
out at Orgone Studios in London where they were ably aided
and abetted by Producer, Jaime Gomez Arellano whose previous
credits include Ghost, Cathedral, Paradise Lost, Sunn o))) &
Ulver.
Bad Guys are
delightfully quotable, describing themselves as, “Full of
heavy riffs, pounding drums and wild vocals laid down on
seven foot wide steel tape, then smelted into WAVs by an
irritable dwarf in an ancient forge, in space – BAD
GUYNAECOLOGY truly is the soundtrack to your generation.
Whoever you are,” and “For Fans Of: Motorhead, Harvey Milk,
Melvins, Thin Lizzy, Jesus Lizard, Torche, MC5, Killdozer,
Black Sabbath.”
To me they
epitomise the habit of a life-tribe.
To these ears,
their Doom / Stoner / Punk vibe suggests an all together
more colourful alternative universe, in which Paul Di’Anno
never spat the dummy and Maiden morphed into the frenzied
follicle fest that is Bad Guys…
BACK SEAT
MAFIA / CHROMATICISM
That’s a picture
of me, on the above album cover, from my early wrestling
days. Just kidding. This album is a skull stomping listen
and I equate Bad Guynaecology to a steak, beer and potato
dinner with extra steak and extra beer. Yes, it’s very
filling with its meaty riffs and foundation shifting rhythm
section. The clean and robust vocals of Stuart London are
in-your-face, just like this band’s music is. Bad Guys are a
band to keep on your Metal radar. If you don’t have a Metal
radar, then you’re shit-out-of-luck.
From their
entertaining lyrics to their relentless and massive sound,
no instrument is faded to the back and there’s no annoying
excess of sonic fuzz going on either, on Bad Guynaecology.
The widespread heaviness of sound from Bad Guys is so vital
to underscore; it’s easy to call this album a herculean
listen. With lyrics about stealing a toy car from a Toys “R”
Us in the album opener, Crime, along with the second track,
Prostitutes (Are Making Love In My Garden), there exists a
grand sense of humor within the ranks of Bad Guys, indeed.
Bad Guys can
surely reach an impressive cross-section of Heavy Rock and
Metal fans; there’s plenty of Stoner, early Black Sabbath
and Danzig meets Clutch meets Orange Goblin meets C.O.C.
influence to delight in, on this album. There are eight
songs on Bad Guynaecology and the closing track, No
Tomorrow, is the epic song on this album; it clocks in at a
whopping 11:47 and is a headbanging, glorious, guitar-driven
and roaring last course.
I might add that
the fifth track, Reaper and the seventh track, Motorhome,
radiate all the credentials of being Punk(ish) songs in the
vein of early Motörhead’s style of Rock ‘N’ Roll. The sixth
track, Fabled Succubus, is a freaking jam-packed Stoner
feast. Putting all musical influences that I hear (and it
could just be me hearing it for Metal sakes) aside, Bad Guys
have a convincing aura of originality. Bad Guys are that
band I always hope to find out about so I can brag about
them and feel like a big shot. Bad Guys can take a bow and
hopefully will know, someday, that they’ve made Stone very
happy. Metal be thy name
METAL ODYSSEY (4.5/5)
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