“I don’t look like someone who leans on a mantelpiece with a cocktail in my hand, you know. I look like the kind of guy who has a beer bottle in my hand”. These are the words of infamous prisoner, Charles Bronson. I feel this needs to be mentioned and here’s why.
Straight away there’s no messing with the absolute banger that is ‘Flood The System’. They smash into their now distinct, unique and classic Feed The Rhino sound; heavy rock ‘n’ roll riffs, southern English accent cutting through the vicious screaming and that ever so slight melancholic undertone running in between: ale-swilling cockneys ready for the lash, but with a slightly darker side. Bronson all over! Trust me, if you’ve not seen the movie, listen to this record and then go and watch it. You’ll understand what I mean.
This gloomy moodiness that we saw elements of in ‘Mr. Red Eye’ is played on more and is really starting to shape their sound. The outro to the record’s title-track is a beautifully composed interlude that almost has a carnival/fairground feel to it, something you’d see in a horror movie when they’re shut down and decrepit.
But, this merely hints at the more sullen side of the record. Where this really comes into play is the track ‘Razor’. Quiet guitar melodies and clean singing, thick English accent ever more prominent (this needs to be acknowledged as too many band’s force a Californian dialect which really is often cringe-worthy) opens the song and has a theatrical touch to it, almost a Sweeney Todd vibe. The track builds but doesn’t overdo it too quickly. An ethereal solo then lifts up the track to a big finish. It’s a ballsy move, but it pays off so well.
The riffs are incredible, and even though I’m not dwelling on them for too long, there’s plenty of them and they’re all blinding. For instance, ‘Left For Ruins’, the first single off the record, is just packed with inventive and absolutely killer guitar parts, but it really is the more solemn side to it that just elevates everything.
Just like Bronson (this reference is perfect), ‘The Burning Sons’ is a bulky, violent bruiser but is also a tortured soul. At first glance, you instantly know what you’re in for: rowdy, rock ‘n’ roll, lads on tour type debauchery, but then you start to dig deeper and you realise there’s a much shadier side to the record’s personality and just want to keep digging. As much as I love the riffy, heavy rock feel (and this is strongly encouraged), the more delicate side is really appreciated and I only want more of it.
Written by Jack Bastard