Review by Rick Ossian
Holy crap where do I even attempt to begin with this crew? A purely unrefined amalgam of straight punk, hard core metal, with a touch of blues here and there, and just wall after wall of guitar piled on guitar.
When I read the bio and came to the realization that this was a trio, I was completely befuddled. Three blokes making this kind of a racket? My ears did not initially believe themselves, nor did my eyes. Do not be dissuaded or discouraged from checking this band out by any person or means of manipulation. By all means, when you see this at your local record store, take a copy up to the counter and PURCHASE it! Please, don’t deny yourself this blast of pure musical mayhem. You will have no regrets, particularly if you like your rock with LOADS of energy.
PPSR are chock full of one punk slammer after another, and they do not let up for even a moment. In fact, if I was to have any complaints about this disc whatsoever, it would be that the tunes weren’t long enough! This batch of 13 (including an eye-opening cover of The Yardbirds “Heart Full of Soul“) contains no duds, no sleepers, not even a yawner. You must check this outfit out as soon as possible, all of you!
All right then, enough of my raving. Let’s get down to the tunes themselves, shall we?
First up is Get You High, which is basically exactly what it sounds like – a guy trying to get a girl over to his flat for a poke or two! It is also the lead-off single, if I read correctly. It is a riff-fest in Riff City, and comes charging straight out of the gate making a ribald statement of intent — they are here to rock your arses off, no more, no less. Gods know they’ve succeeded, especially with this track, and nearly as well with the lion’s share of the others. This is ‘speedrock’, as the bio says, but it is also hard rock, heavy metal and punk rock.
Whatever Man has something of a New York Dolls vibe, believe it or not. At least, to my ears it does. Perhaps there’s a bit more fuzz on these old ears of mine than I’m willing to admit, but that’s the first band that popped into my head when I heard it. Mayhap your ears will hear the same thing. Then again, maybe you will hear The Dictators or The Ramones. Heavy punk rock metal, if you will. Murdertruck features a slightly more metal vibe, with some serious riffing throughout. Again, denying yourself this slab of molten punk metal would NOT be advisable. By all means, read on if you choose to doubt me. They’re your ears, after all!
Tunnelvision is pure screaming angry punk, with a guitar solo at the one-and-a-half minute mark. A cool lead, too, and just HOW they manage to squeeze one in amid all this anarchy is beyond me. In fact, you will find, as mentioned before, a veritable wall of guitar(s) on nearly every track on offer here. All of them seem to be just barely unleashed chaos at their best, and infinitely passable at their worst. Bad Thing has another wickedly cool riff, and an almost Iggy-ish vibe. It’s basically just more angry metal-core punk at its finest, sounding hell-bent on destruction of everything, instruments included.
Loose Women and Loud Guitars is, again, just as its title suggests it to be – completely unhinged and with a decided urgency about it. It features more wicked beats/riffs/grooves. If this is speedrock, then it is indeed genius speedrock. By the way, what is speedrock, anyway? Has anybody else ever even HEARD of speedrock? I, for one, have not, but then the powers that be no doubt invent new genres/pigeonholes at the drop of a hat, so why not? Speedrock it is!!
New Rose is another mosh-up of punk and metal. It reminds me of the cartoon of the girl sitting in class taking a test. She is presumably in a geology class, and the question on the test is to name three types of rock. She calmly responds 1. Classic , 2. Metal, and 3.Punk. I did have a copy of the photo/cartoon but cannot find it now. It’s perfect for this song, and in fact for the majority of the tunes here. Note to Self is another down and dirty slammer, coming out charging like… erm… a charging thing (horse, car, boat, use your own image here)! There is an introspective guitar solo of sorts at about the 2-minute mark, and things only get more guitar-loaded by the end, increasing in speed and power and even fading out at the end with another wall of feedback. This stuff is NOT for the feint of heart, trust me on that, because you will find some growling on top of the bombastic splurge of just pure RAWK on several tracks.
Wise Eyed and Thirsty begins things with a killer Sabbath-style opening riff, but quickly descends into another blues/punk free-for-all, with yet another guitar solo at 1:25. Convinced yet? Read on, dear reader! The title track is impressive as well, featuring another punk/metal infused riff-o-rama. “The time has come to get your shit together!” hollers the main man Peter van Elderen (guitar/vocals), and the drummer (Bart Nederhand) and bassist (Bart Geevers) respond in kind, promptly getting their musical shit in a group, so to speak. Deadringer starts out with a psych/stoner metal vibe, then charges off into punk territory again. There is a breakdown of sorts at the minute-and-a-half mark (again), so by now I guess we shouldn’t be surprised by such musical trickery, as we have been exposed to it before this point already more than once…
Doin’ The Nasty is, of course, all about having a poke (or two), as the title would suggest, not to mention the lyrics (“baby baby let’s get it on“), and finds the boys seemingly hell-bent on destroying everything, instruments included. The Yardbirds‘ tune, “Heart Full of Soul“, which I believe is the only cover on board, closes things out rather nicely. Now, normally, when it comes to covers, I prefer a traditional approach – that is, to be faithful to the original. However, I have temporarily changed my mind in this case. I believe I actually prefer this version to the original. It has all the same parts, albeit with an added growl here and there. The melody of the guitar solo(s) is relatively similar to the original, but there is WAY more energy. Way more urgency. Way more, erm, soul, if you will. Kicks ass in every way, shape and form! Full marks for pure musical effort, spirit, and all- around spectacular delivery!