Flying the Flag of Rock - 4/5
Zeroking sounds like a band on a mission – to bring back rock ‘n’ roll. And their latest 13 track album ‘Kings of Self Destruction’ seals the deal. With pounding drums, insane guitar work and a vocalist who sounds like someone out of the 1980’s, who could possibly refuse their daily dosage of rock?
‘Dead Rock Star’ opens up the track in a way that most artists refuse to do now, it’s pure balls-to-the-walls music, with enough groove sauce to plough a horse into the ground. The relentless power passes into ‘Forget Vegas’ with synths and powerful riffs and the unstoppable vocals supplied by Andy Haught. ‘She Said’ erupts into an almost heavier version of Led Zeppelin, with Chris Webbs drumming showing no signs of going down behind Shane Day’s guitar work. And as every rock band, they introduce a bluesy ‘Southern Lady, Ex Godiva’ before more girl talk pops up in the sleaze attack of ‘Stone Cold Bitch’, before announcing (very loudly) in ‘Love is Dead’ that, well, love’s six feet under, excluding the fantastic guest vocals of Stacee Lawson. After these ballads of sex and girls, they start going back to the time when metal was indeed metal with the ‘Kings of Self Destruction’. And then the girls are back in the plainly awesome ‘Girls of California’ where Andy sounds like Skindred’s Benji Webbe, before contradicting themselves in the announcement song ‘The Party’s over’. And only ten tracks through? It’s only started. ‘Black Friday’ is stupidly set towards the end when it could have easily been on right at the beginning, with the energy pulsating out of the rhythm section backing up Andy’s yet more 80’s singing style. And after that, the band gives up with the electric and proceeds in an orchestral fashion in ‘Valentines’ before the gracious piano/violin driven ballad ‘Leaving Los Angeles’. A fitting end to a pretty exceptional album.
Yes, Zeroking are your daily rock band who sing about girls, sex, drugs, rock and roll and even more girls,, but what are you expecting? This is classic rock making a comeback, and Zeroking prove themselves worthy of being another band to fly the flag of classic rock music once more.
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‘Dead Rock Star’ opens up the track in a way that most artists refuse to do now, it’s pure balls-to-the-walls music, with enough groove sauce to plough a horse into the ground. The relentless power passes into ‘Forget Vegas’ with synths and powerful riffs and the unstoppable vocals supplied by Andy Haught. ‘She Said’ erupts into an almost heavier version of Led Zeppelin, with Chris Webbs drumming showing no signs of going down behind Shane Day’s guitar work. And as every rock band, they introduce a bluesy ‘Southern Lady, Ex Godiva’ before more girl talk pops up in the sleaze attack of ‘Stone Cold Bitch’, before announcing (very loudly) in ‘Love is Dead’ that, well, love’s six feet under, excluding the fantastic guest vocals of Stacee Lawson. After these ballads of sex and girls, they start going back to the time when metal was indeed metal with the ‘Kings of Self Destruction’. And then the girls are back in the plainly awesome ‘Girls of California’ where Andy sounds like Skindred’s Benji Webbe, before contradicting themselves in the announcement song ‘The Party’s over’. And only ten tracks through? It’s only started. ‘Black Friday’ is stupidly set towards the end when it could have easily been on right at the beginning, with the energy pulsating out of the rhythm section backing up Andy’s yet more 80’s singing style. And after that, the band gives up with the electric and proceeds in an orchestral fashion in ‘Valentines’ before the gracious piano/violin driven ballad ‘Leaving Los Angeles’. A fitting end to a pretty exceptional album.
Yes, Zeroking are your daily rock band who sing about girls, sex, drugs, rock and roll and even more girls,, but what are you expecting? This is classic rock making a comeback, and Zeroking prove themselves worthy of being another band to fly the flag of classic rock music once more.
http://www.facebook.com/#!/Zerokingfans