Raging Speedhorn

Hard To Kill RED WEED R

Brit-noise bruisers get ready to rumble on album number six.

It’s always kicking-out time on a Friday night in the world of Raging Speedhorn. Not so much a band as a drunken punch-up waiting to happen, the Corby terrors show no sign of slowing down or growing up 21 years after they first came out swinging.

This sixth album is as bolshy and bulletproof as its title proclaims. ‘Blood on my hands and you on the floor,’ gargle co-vocalists Frank Regan and Dan Cook on the come-and

have-a-go rumble of Spitfire, while the filth-encrusted riffs that power The Beast and Doom Machine sound like they’re been wrenched from the dark, satanic steelworks that once dominated their home town.

An astoundingly respectful version of T.Rex’s Children Of The Revolution aside, it’s all as subtle as being hit in the nut sack with a TK Maxx sock stuffed full of pool balls. But subtlety has never been Speedhorn’s game. Not when there’s a whole world out there waiting to be fought. ■■■■■■■■■■