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In 2015 The Cavemen (NZ) swapped the sheep and paddocks of their native New Zealand for the grimy streets of London. 2016 sees them rising from the gutter with a brand new LP, Born To Hate. These four miscreants have belted out 13 syphilitic tracks of rock’n’roll apathy. In this latest waxen slab of hate, The Cavemen touch on everything from lost love, murderous desires and their burning disdain for sophisticated artistic expression. Put simply: it’s gonna make you wanna kill.
Writing about their debut album, which was released a year to the day before this, their second, is due out, the local Six Noises website wrote that it “features plenty of greasy riffs, uncouth howling, and road-rash-raw garage punk. Think a dose of Dead Moon, with a little of The Cramps and The Stooges, and then throw on a whole heap of vintage trash punk’s debauchery.
That’s essentially The Cavemen. It’s sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll conveyed via lo-fi, psychotic ’77 era punk rock” and, according to the Irish News, “turbocharged with the attack of early ’80s US hardcore and laced with the fuzz pedal-enhanced ‘whoop-it-up’ wildness of your favourite garage rockers from The Sonics to Mudhoney. The trio’s first record is a funny, tuneful rampage of hedonistic juvenile delinquency, grave robbing fantasies and substance/self abuse-themed anarchy.” Classic Rock magazine recently stated, " The guitarist sounds likes he's throwing his instrument down a flight of stairs. Record of the year so far, easy.
Both nihilistic and hedonistic at the same time, this is a record to shake the cobwebs out of your ears. It isn’t sophisticated or remotely complex. It’s one of those wonderful loose-nut albums that reminds you that life is short, and when it’s not being nasty as hell it’s simply dull as ditch water. So you might as well crank that volume knob to eleven, snigger knowingly at the prurient and intentionally juvenile lyrics and get busy making your own filthy fun, before you die in some tediously mundane fashion.
Things are moving upwards at breakneck speed for them; three short European tours already this year, and a two week continental road rager lined up next month that kicks off at the prestigious, Funtastic Dracula Carnival Festival in Benidorm, Spain. Be sure not miss these morally reprehensible troglodytes, clubbing folks over the head at a venue near you.
30-10: Benidorm (ES) @ Funtastic Dracula Carnival XI
31-10: Castellón (ES) @ Four Seasons Sixties Club
01-11: TBA (ES)
02-11: TBA (ES)
03-11: Alcalá de Hernares (ES) @ EgoLive Alcala
04-11: Pontevedra (ES) @ SALA KARMA
05-11: Castelo Branco (PT) @ Bastard Rock
06-11: TBA (ES)
07-11: TBA (ES)
08-11: Perpignan (FR) @ El PATI de l'école Lavoisier
09-11: Clermont Ferrand (FR) @ Bombshell
10-11: Luzern (CH) @ Sedel
11-11: Kortrijk (BE) @ The Pit's - Bang Zoom Noise Produktions VZW
12-11: Amsterdam (NL) @ Pacific Parc
The Dirty Water Club started in October 1996 in the Tufnell Park neighbourhood of north London, at a venue called The Boston. The club's name is derived from The Standells' 1966 hit 'Dirty Water' which glorifies the US city of Boston, Massachusetts.
Past performers have included The White Stripes (voted by Q Magazine as one of the top 10 gigs of all time, Mojo one of the top 30 and Kerrang one of the top 100!), The Gories, NOBUNNY, Kid Congo Powers (from the Cramps), The Fleshtones, Billy Childish, Radio Birdman, The Dirtbombs, Thee Michelle Gun Elephant, The 184.108.40.206's, The Horrors and The Brian Jonestown Massacre to name just a few. The club has also seen some original '60s performers, such as The Monks, ? and the Mysterians, Kim Fowley, Sky Saxon, GONN, Michael Davis of the MC5 and more grace its stage.
Their in-house record label, Dirty Water Records, is one of the leading garage/beat/(real) R&B labels in the world.