You just know that an album called Bad Guynaecology, with a grainy image of a very large and hairy man staring purposefully at you on the cover, is going to be a rough ride. And so it proves with this second album from Bad Guys. Heavy, grungey and probably quite sweaty. Also, obviously, lots and lots of fun.
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10/10 ian robertson Customer review, 25th March 2015
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."
'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…
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...
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