BiografieWith a devotion to the joys of balls-out rock’n’roll that puts bands a fraction of their collective age to shame, the mighty Bowlrider – Brighton’s premier purveyors of booze-swilling, bong-toting Big Rock – are finally ready, willing and able to unleash their monstrous new album ‘Big Rock Mountain Highs’. Stuffed to the gills with powerful riff-laden hymns to the glory of beer, birds, boards and unfortunate incidents involving hair and fire, the seaside-dwelling quartet’s magnum opus is the perfect soundtrack to nights spent hanging around in dodgy pubs wearing cut-off denim jackets and talking rubbish about obscure Vardis bootlegs. Bowlrider were originally assembled by the MOD in 1972 when it was discovered that rock’n’roll, when executed at the correct pitch and volume, could be harnessed to bring peace and tranquillity to political hotspots around the world. The original line-up of the band performed live in countless secret locations around the globe to audiences that often numbered in their tens. Due to a combination of technical ineptitude and freak weather conditions, Bowlrider Mk.1 were mysteriously wiped out in Borneo in 1976. Only frontman Cliven Reeve remained, albeit now encased in a massive block of ice that some humorous tribesman had sculpted into a slightly grotesque caricature of jazz walrus George Melly. After being pushed out to sea on a primitive raft fashioned from palm trees and spit, Cliven was eventually washed up on the South Coast of England, somewhat damp and dishevelled, at the fag-end of the 1990s. Unaware that he had missed two decades of musical progression – believing, quite literally, that punk had never happened – the burly guitar-wielding oaf immediately set about recruiting a new version of Bowlrider. After several years, numerous punch-ups and one rather terrifying episode involving rubbish skull tattoos and a foppish indie boy haircut, Reeve eventually found his men as the new millennium dawned. First came pint-sized anarchist and self-hating spite merchant Nathan Coles, who assumed lead guitar duties as a means of spreading his hateful creed. Next was powerhouse tub-thumper Chris ‘Lean Machine’ Lean, better known as The Dude, whose ability to hit several objects simultaneously swiftly became legendary throughout the Brighton drinking community. Finally, in an attempt to appease the Norse Gods, lumbering bassist Doom Lawson was forced at gunpoint to lay down some fat, wobbly grooves using nothing but a four-string tea chest and a smile. After a difficult gestation period, these four equestrians of the Big Rock apocalypse finally managed to record an album of songs at various points during 2004 and 2005. Ranging from the pounding stoner rock of ‘Upland’, ‘Duck Dive’ and ‘Old Mother Trucker’ to the all-out lager-stinking assault of ‘Back On The Booze’, the anthemic cock rock travesty that is ‘Metal Girl’ and the band’s vicious demolition of Mudhoney’s ‘In ‘N’ Out Of Grace’, ‘Big Rock Mountain Highs’ is both a big, sweaty, rock-shaped triumph and an absolute bloody disgrace, so much so that The Dude discarded his drum sticks last summer and took a long stroll into the English Channel mumbling something about “spotty c*nts” and Gatwick Airport. The band, now lavishly augmented by new drummer Tariq Khan, have every intention to play at least two gigs in support of its release and we strongly advise you to attend. Your ears will never be the same again, hippy.

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