Album per day: Day 12

Artist: Lightning Bolt
Album: Ride The Skies
Released: 2001

As a fan of Royal Blood, I've read a lot of opinionated views on them. Many of those who tend to find them boring or lacking innovation end up pointing readers in the direction of Lightning Bolt as a worthy of example of how being a two-piece shouldn't limit your sound. This band, composed of drummer/vocalist Brian Chippendale and bassist Brian Gibson, hail from Providence, Rhode Island and have influenced more bands than you think.
Kicking off with first track Forcefield, a four minute instrumental whirlwind of noise, it appears that listeners who are more accustomed to the authentic and refined sounds of Royal Blood might be taken aback by what is happening. There is some Muse-esque guitar wankery that is being played through the bass guitar, but there is so much going on that I am struggling to put into words what is going on. Let's just say that Lightning Bolt fit the genre "noise rock" considerably well. 13 Monsters at least incorporates some vocals, albeit extremely distorted ones, and whilst I am a fan of vocal distortion when used properly, it still isn't distinguishable. Ride The Sky is built around an odd time scale and progressively gets weirder with every bass riff. This band were definitely not meant for the mainstream.
The Faire Folk grabs my interests for its speedy and skilled bass playing, but it ends up sounding boring and repetitive. With some questionable wailing happening in the background, it is a shame that more wasn't done with the six minutes that this song had to offer. Wee One's Parade begins with what sounds like a back and forth between Kenny from South Park talking into a megaphone, and Sooty talking through a cheap microphone. Then thankfully, we get a little more going on with some heavy bass and interesting drum fills. I'm also pretty sure there are some vocals in there somewhere. Rotator finishes things off in heavy fashion, incorporating what sounds like synths from a retro Space Invaders game. The only way to describe this album is fast and furious.
I was very much looking forward to giving this album a listen, but I've ended up feeling let down. For an album that has so many elements in which it influences Muse, I don't seem to be connecting with it. This album is definitely something I can't air guitar to, or even air drum to. There is no doubt that beneath all of this noise, there is a band who amass wonderful talents on their instruments, but it did nothing for me due to a distinct lack of melody, structure and memorable moments.  I can credit Brian Gibson for his incredible skills on the bass guitar; he knows all the tricks and makes it sound like five instruments at once. I remember when I first heard Slipknot, I wondered what the fuck I was listening to, but now I bloody love them. Granted I was 13 when I first heard Slipknot, so sadly I may not get on board with Lightning Bolt right now at the age of 22, but in order to solidify my opinion I will have to check out a few more of their songs before fully dismissing them. Kudos to them for making even more of a racket than Royal Blood though with just two people.

Rating: 4/10
Recommended song: Forcefield

Album per day: Day 11

Artist: Drenge
Album: Drenge
Released: 2013

Drenge have long been one of those bands that people have recommended to me, but in my lazy, uninspired state, I continue to fall back into the welcoming arms of my favourite bands. I managed to catch a tiny portion of them at Leeds Festival, but ended up being sidetracked by whatever band I had planned to see prior to that. From what I know, they're a two-piece band of brothers who are desperate to revitalise grunge, but they bring along a touring bassist for the ride as well to add to their noise. You may think a bass guitar isn't as vital to the sound of a band, but let me tell you, it contributes more than you think. Hold on, I'm tipsy when writing this, so bare with me...
The first two tracks on this record encompass around four minutes of this debut album, and as catchy as they are, they're nothing to shout about, and I find myself hoping there will be more impressive moments around the corner. I Want To Break You In Half begins with a filthy guitar line carried on through the verses along with the angsty lyrics from Eoin Loveless that you wouldn't expect from any other duo act out there, and when the song explodes into its outro, you find yourself wishing it wasn't the end. Bloodsports, one of the better known tracks, kicks things up another gear with more complex guitar work and aggressive drumming, and at this point is just about the highlight. There's something quintessentially British about these boys, and yes, even though they are British, it wouldn't have taken a genius to work it out. The lyrics of Loveless are filled with anger and discern, and are delivered with the kind of accent that would make Alex Turner sound like he was from Jamaica.
Backwaters picks up from where Bloodsports left off, and the guitar keeps getting louder and weirder. These guys know how to tick the boxes with me, it seems. Gun Crazy recalls early Feeder with its fuzzy guitar tone, and delivers rolling punches to the eardrums with pulsating drum work from Rory Loveless - there is a real QOTSA feel to this track. Having pleasured myself so far with the brand of rock n'roll that Drenge are delivering, I defy anyone to put them in the category of "indie"; they just fucking aren't, so don't categorise them with The Libertines or The View.
I find myself humoured at Drenge's attempt to pay tribute to Muddy Waters' hit I Just Want To Make Love To You through it's antithesis I Don't Want To Make Love To You, which is a nice touch, but I thought may have fit as more of a B-side. Bye Bye Bao Bao takes up about half of it's running time with gruelling, yet delectable feedback, but then you realise it is more of an interlude to segue into what follows.
What does follow is Let's Pretend, an eight minute developing thunderstorm which calls to mind the melodic intensity that Radiohead used to treat us to. Violent screams kick in halfway through and then suddenly, the pace slows down in an attempt to rebuild what has been built. The raw element and cheap-sounding guitar pedals make the record sound less tampered with, and this less refined sound even manages to make something like Let's Pretend not sound dull. Onto Fuckabout, which I thought was Pixies at the time, and is the closest that Drenge get to a lighters-out anthem. It's a curveball of a track to finish the record on, but definitely one of the best.
There will be a new Drenge album this year, and if their lifestyle of relentless touring and a wider experience in the music industry gives them a more cohesive sound, I think they will vastly increase their fanbase, but they have certainly won my attention. In a world of infamous rock duos such as The White Stripes, The Black Keys, Royal Blood and Death From Above 1979, Drenge stick out like a sore thumb, and I think this is because there is true hate in this record, and I believe every word that Eoin Loveless sings. The instrumentation may not be groundbreaking, but there is a passion in here that is missing from some of the aforementioned acts.

Rating: 8/10
Recommended songs: Bloodsports, Gun Crazy, Fuckabout