Unashamedly Raw Aussie Rock
The Jester has all the flavour and drive of the golden era of American rock 'n' roll, but it's infused with Australian rawness and D.I.Y attitude. You could say Johnny Roadkill fit somewhere between Motley Crue and AC/DC, but that wouldn't be giving the band enough credit for the amount of work they put into this EP. It's a modestly-packaged, six-track and completely self-released beast of a thing, and it's as good an introduction as any to the band. It's nothing but rock 'n' roll, as you love it and as it damn well should be.
Running Home is the intro this EP needs – bombastic and raw, but still melodic and plain good fun. New Bitch, Real Girl hammers Johnny Roadkill's sound down into two and a half rough, fast minutes. The title track, The Jester, is the highlight of this release – utterly memorable, foot-tapping, and when vocalist Davey Wine breaks the “motherfucker” out in the chorus, you know it's not for shock because it's got nothing but force behind it. The second half of the EP, kicking off with Hangman's Noose and Beautiful Girl, is red-hot riff fiesta which moves into the closer, Crackin' Up Again, which is also the shortest track on the disc. Let's clarify – it's short, but it's not laughably fast or raucous and finishes up The Jester nice and heavily.
Honestly, The Jester doesn't have the A-grade production or the big-name producers or labels behind it, and it doesn't need that. It's got the reek of real, hard work and a love of rock 'n' roll. It drives to its own pace, and that's Canberran as fuck. Johnny Roadkill will be a staple of the local and national scene in no time, and with any luck (and more of that Aussie hard work) the rest of the world will await them.
[7]
The Jester has all the flavour and drive of the golden era of American rock 'n' roll, but it's infused with Australian rawness and D.I.Y attitude. You could say Johnny Roadkill fit somewhere between Motley Crue and AC/DC, but that wouldn't be giving the band enough credit for the amount of work they put into this EP. It's a modestly-packaged, six-track and completely self-released beast of a thing, and it's as good an introduction as any to the band. It's nothing but rock 'n' roll, as you love it and as it damn well should be.
Running Home is the intro this EP needs – bombastic and raw, but still melodic and plain good fun. New Bitch, Real Girl hammers Johnny Roadkill's sound down into two and a half rough, fast minutes. The title track, The Jester, is the highlight of this release – utterly memorable, foot-tapping, and when vocalist Davey Wine breaks the “motherfucker” out in the chorus, you know it's not for shock because it's got nothing but force behind it. The second half of the EP, kicking off with Hangman's Noose and Beautiful Girl, is red-hot riff fiesta which moves into the closer, Crackin' Up Again, which is also the shortest track on the disc. Let's clarify – it's short, but it's not laughably fast or raucous and finishes up The Jester nice and heavily.
Honestly, The Jester doesn't have the A-grade production or the big-name producers or labels behind it, and it doesn't need that. It's got the reek of real, hard work and a love of rock 'n' roll. It drives to its own pace, and that's Canberran as fuck. Johnny Roadkill will be a staple of the local and national scene in no time, and with any luck (and more of that Aussie hard work) the rest of the world will await them.
[7]
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