Product Description

Anarchic Brighton "gothabilly" band unleash their cacophonous second album, following 2002's 'Horse Of The Dog'. Mixingup influences from punk, metal, goth, rockabilly and Vaudevillian cabaret, this is a blast of discordant, barely contained insanity with a healthy dose of pitch black humour. Produced by Chris Goss (Kyuss, Queens Of The Stone Age), it includes the singles 'I Could Be An Angle', 'Rise Of The Eagles'and 'Mister Mental'.

Track Listing

1. Rise Of The Eagles
2. I Could Be An Angle
3. When I Hear You Call My Name
4. Migrate Migraine
5. Puppy Dog Snails
6. The Dancing Girls
7. The Fool
8. I Rejection
9. Drunk On The Blood
10. Mister Mental
11. Freud's Black Muck
12. Temple Music
13. The Way Of The Men Of The Stuff

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #20394 in Music
• Released on: 2004-10-25
• Number of discs: 1
• Running time: 47 minutes

From the Label
Royal Society is the eagerly awaited follow up to 2002's Horse of The Dog. Produced by Chris Goss and touted as Dave Grohl's favourite record, Royal Society is every bit the step up that Brighton's finest promised.

Customer Reviews

Guitar, Guitar, Guitar, Guitar...

Ploughing ever-forward with my habit of getting into bands well after doing so is to be considered cool - and honestly, given music press ****rags like the NME, who can blame me? - I bought this album in 2007, three years after its much-celebrated release. At the time I was only (very vaguely) familiar with one of their songs, opening track and single Rise of the Eagles. Whereas that song, as well as sing-along efforts like When I Hear You Call My Name and Dancing Girls are decent enough efforts, it's in its latter half that the brilliance of The Royal Society comes to the fore.

The album unleashes its full range upon the unsuspecting listener from track seven onwards, with stand-out tracks like The Fool, with its noble rock 'n' roll simplicity; decidedly wonky but heartfelt appeal for love/blood, I Rejection; obvious single choice, Mister Mental; gothic rock song Freud's Black Muck; and surprisingly effective half-ballad Temple Music. It's with song like these that these guys show us exactly what they're capable of.

Even though those songs mentioned are of a very high standard, it's stomping, guitar-ridden, Mcluskyite (not a real word, but high praise all the same) finale The Way of the Men of the Stuff that blows everything else out of the water. It also proves beyond reasonable doubt that the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster are at their best when playing VERY, VERY LOUD.

Drunk on the ride
The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster is a band whose influence is wide and varied who experimentally skip across any self-imposing boundaries. The Royal Society is a blazing pick n mix of electric-metal punk riffs and dark narrative. 'I Rejection' takes me back to my grunge-listening days of the Stone Temple Pilots and Soundgarden, whereas the truly sadistic 'Puppy Dog Snails' would scare the wits out of any child. This album is fantastic though and gets better the more you listen. 'Drunk on the Blood', one of my favourites, is a carnivalesque merry-go-round with hints of Doors-like percussion, and builds, surprisingly, into an interesting fusion of classic jazz. Guy Mcknight certainly mimics at times Jim Morrison's deep, dark vocals only at times at a more tremoring pace and his delivery on occasions evocative of that similar raw sexual power, or perhaps this speaks to the inhibited masochist in me. 'Dancing Girls', another of my favourites, to me feels perfectly orchestrated with a kind of spooky baseline riff. 'Mr Mental' is a tightly arranged vibration of pure energy getting the adrenalin flowing whilst 'Freuds Black Muck' is aptly named and showing the obvious Pixies influence, yet with a twist of Rocky Horror comedy. Overall this album is a cathartic and immensely satisfying one with a consistently sinister and vampiristic undertone. I love it! TEMBLD takes the rock genre to new unexplored territory.

The only decent UK band
I waited in hope after the first album that these guys would maintain their off-their-heads rocknroll, Cramps meets Damned craziness and I wasn't disappointed. The only UK band that kicks ass and the only UK band that tips it's hat towards the Birthday Party and Gun Club. Thank the Lord and the Devil for them.