Turbowolf - Two Hands

Bristol rockers Turbowolf know how to fuck your brain up with some killer grooves. Puff, puff, pass.If you haven’t had enough of that sweet, sweet psychedelic punk rock that’s been floating around for the last few years, you’re gonna be happy with the Turbowolf’s latest album, Two Hands, yessir. And that the British rockers know how to lay down a seriously hip groove, there is little doubt. But let’s get to the particulars of this sophomore outing.

What gives Turbowolf its power is the unstoppable energy of its music. And while raging tracks like Rabbit’s Foot and Nine Lives can keep a crowd jumping, the counterpoint of mellow trips such as the Ennio Morricone-meets-Alice Cooper shimmer of MK Ultra prove this band isn’t a one trick pony. There’s even the interesting diversion of what seems like a lost Nintendo soundtrack in the 44 second Toy Memaha to cleanse the palate for the second half of this surreal feast. This is trippy stuff in the best way.

The Bottom Line: For every given sub-genre of rock music, there’re countless bands jumping on the bandwagon hoping to cash in on the popularity. Turbowolf is NOT one of those bands. These cats epitomize cool with every bad-ass bass line and fuzzy guitar riff that cook behind frontman Chris Georgiadis’ manic mojo. Check ‘em out.

- Genghis can’t even imagine how crazy this band is live…