Asleep In The Ejector Seat is the much anticipated debut album by The Heat Inc. its being launched tomorrow 19th July at Rough Trade East. The London based Multi-national concern are Jon Dodd on Rock Hard Brit Vocals with Marco Simoncelli on Gretsch White Falcon Italian magic with Maurizio Vitale Romanesque drums and Nico Rigot on smoking Franco Bass.
The A-side comes roaring out of the speakers on Souvenir a gutsy loud quiet dichotomy, on this ballsy rocker, asking a few questions, as to the sort of Souvenir you'd want from an ex, when all you are really left with, is a pile of old photos, as this rages like one of The Cults better songs.
Draw Blood For Proof has been a live favorite for a while, this album version really nails the rage at the heart of this song, no matter how they sing they love you, this has as much hate, as love in its hard rocking bones, as the precision tooled drumming drives this along, as Jon Dodd howls out the vocals.
L.K.C. is a careening beast, teetering over the line, between being a drug anthem or song of lust for little Knuckle Charlie but they cram a lot of euphemisms into a small space, as Marco's guitar wails away as quickly as that Little Knuckle disappears.
'98 takes us back to Jon's childhood home, back in the good old last Millenium, built around Maurizio Vitale's super solid beat, as Nico Rigot's bassline that seems set in stone, before the guitars explode, as all the memories keep flashing by, as we wonder just what went on in that garden.
This Thing Called Love has a funky intro, as they try to convince a hard headed woman to give in and fall in love with them, over explosive guitars, raging in short spurts, before the funky infested bass and drums return to make her go weak.
The B-side opens with Alaska Murder Squad a super heavy plot outline, for another dark procedural TV drama, full of murky goings on in the Northern wastes, as the detectives try to stop the main suspect splitting town, making for the lower 48, as the blistering guitars lay waste to everything in sight.
The latest single Get Wild is next and well who wouldn't want to Get Wild to this full-on evocation of rocks lusty primal howl, hitting almost as low as the growling bass.
Ms Willie Mae is not about baseball, as this is dark howling tale of murder and dismay, as we find out just what happened to Ms. Willie Mae, before the caustic guitars eviscerate all who try to get in there way, we know they really don't have an alibi for what they have done.
Samson has them pledging to be your Samson, from the sound of it, they want to be your Paul Samson as much as Delilah's other half, they try not to fall 40 floors below into that pit, the tension is in the air, squally guitar frying at the edges of your brain, like a great Paul Samson solo would, as they chase after the flesh they crave.
The album closes with a little bit of the old Ultraviolence, that opens with some rather peaceful acoustic guitar and tambourine, as this starts to build like a classic lighter in the air ballad, in tribute to dear old Stanley, as this gets all windblown, with cool backing vocals with strings for a cool comedown to close this immense sounding album.
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