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Bad Guys is an album that rides a horse and drives a van. It doesn't own any furniture and it hasn't bothered sorting out digital television, it just watched the channels disappear one by one until they were all gone. Then it kicked the screen in and broke its foot and didn't go to the hospital. It drinks, it fucks, it fights, it throws up and it gets up and fucks again. It's not complicated, it's heavy rock music. There are concepts there, somewhere, but they're crushed under a ton of rock, and rendered irrelevant. And rightly so, because who wants to complicate a party? Lazy comparisons time -- take this lot and bash 'em together: Melvins, Black Sabbath, Harvey Milk, Motörhead, ZZ Top, Trans Am, Killdozer, '90s Am Rep, Thin Lizzy, MC5, Deep Purple, etc. Bad Guys. A Midlander, a Southerner, a Canadian, and a Hungarian. Three necks, two kicks, and no mic stand. Long hair, grey hair, bald-heads, and beards. A shitload of rock. The works. As well as playing with the likes of Circle and Oxes, these guys have earned a reputation for crashing all sorts of parties. They've played three ATP festivals, played on the plinth in Leicester Square, played Field Day, pissed off a lot of security, got a bunch of fines, and helped a lot of people have a lot of fun. Formed through a mutual desire to play some rock music that's not had the life squeezed out of it by some kind of po-faced academic mangler, they make the heavy stuff and they play it loud, the way it should be. Pressed on 140 gram classic black pure virgin vinyl, in a printed outer sleeve, 3mm spine and black paper inner. Limited edition vinyl-only LP of 300 copies.
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