Gurt’s ‘Satan, etc.’ release from 2024 showcased a band who were unafraid of coupling absolutely devastating riffs with a sense of fun. Unlike some of their more frivolous forebears, however, the bulk of Gurt’s best material didn’t rely on being a novelty – it could be enjoyed purely on face value, and through the greatness of its arrangements. Two years on, the self-proclaimed “party doom” outfit’s ‘Survival of The Shittest’ EP works a similar trick. A huge sense of force can be heard driving almost every riff – heavy enough to crush skulls, yet still accessible in a way that might attract the less committed doom fan.
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THE REAL GONE SINGLES BAR #155
Welcome back to the Real Gone Singles Bar, the place where we explore some of the more interesting tracks that have landed in our inbox over the past few weeks. This time out, we bring you a really noisy piece of retro indie rock with a shoegaze overtone, a collaboration that serves up some late 60s tones doused with a 90s coolness, a pleasingly mellow track dominated by an aching vocal, and more besides… As always, we hope you find something new to enjoy!
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GURT – Satan, etc.
The arrival of ‘Satan etc.’ marks the end of a five year silence from Gurt. Within a few bars of the album’s opening track ‘The Most Dying Way To Die’, however, it’s as if the UK based riff monsters have never really been away. The perfect re-introduction to the band’s self-proclaimed “party doom” sound, the number presents the heaviness of your average Orange Goblin tune and dresses it up in spangly glam rock platform soles. By delivering a stomper of a riff that sounds like the guts of Black Sabbath playing something from the ChinnyChap universe, they’ve automatically secured their audience’s attention – and they know it, too – before the track progresses with a hugely confident air that allows a sludgy riff punctuated by great stops, and even a Rob Zombie-esque groove to derail the almost danceable moods. It doesn’t seem to matter what twists the music takes, either; every time the main glam stomp returns, it feels like the musical equivalent of the ultimate b-movie bad-ass, coming back stronger after being slapped down by the hero of the piece. The buzzing guitars are relentless with their fat melodies; the drums lock down a ferocious groove, and even a retching vocal can’t kill the feel good vibes. Gurt haven’t just returned – they’ve returned in style.
THE REAL GONE SINGLES BAR #54
Welcome back to the Real Gone Singles Bar, the place where we explore some of the individual mp3s that have landed in our inbox over the previous few weeks. This time around, we bring you some Americana via Australia, some huge electro-pop, a devastating piece of metal, the return of some yacht rock heroes, and more besides…
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