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After the sonic abortion of the last blog entry, I think we ought to get back to Proper Metal as soon as fucking possible – which calls for Viking Skull. The above video was shot at the 2006 Metal Hammer Golden Gods Awards – I was there, slumped up in the gallery, hiding behind a Rob Zombie cowboy hat. A friend of mine was PR’ing the company providing the free booze to the journalists and rock stars, and I’d happily taken her up on her offer of free VIP tickets. She would later inadvertantly vocalise the thoughts of a thousand right-thinking metal fans when she remarked during Dragonforce’s performance, “This band isn’t for real, are they? They’re a joke band, right?”
In case you’re not familiar with them, The Golden Gods are Metal Hammer magazine’s annual exercise in back-slapping and gong-dishing, and so are scheduled to take place immediately after Download Festival ends, in order to maximise the number of international metal figures can be in attendance. In 2006, I’d somewhat….”overdone” it at Download, and had passed out in the middle of a field on the hottest day of the year. Resulting in second-degree burns all over my face. I was looking more like a member of Lordi (who later picked up a Spirit of Hammer Award in recognition of their Eurovision win that year, and of whom I later help pick a member of off the floor of the Gent’s after he collapsed in the venue’s sweltering heat).
The band initially started as a joke band, made up by members of Raging Speedhorn at their roadcrew – you can spot a few of them in the video. However, the band would self-destruct in a booze-fueled punch up a mere three months after the above video was shot. Thankfully, Jess Margera, brother of Bam and drummer with CKY, a long-time fan of the band, stepped in and gave frontman Roddy Stone the kick up the arse needed to re-start the band. A few line-up changes and releases later, Viking Skull are now set to release new album, Doom, Gloom, Heartache & Whiskey, in the UK today. And a fucking fine piece of retro-tinged, bulldozer-strength riff indulgence it is too.
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By the time you read this, I’m going to be getting battered in the mosh pit for Raging Speedhorn’s last ever London show. The wonders of pre-scheduled blog posting.
Raging Speedhorn first rose to metal prominence after Ian Camfield started playing their demos on the XFM Rock Show. Soon their rough demos turned up on Metal Hammer cover CDs, and on the bonus disc of the impossibly good (seriously – you don’t get compilations this good anymore) 21st Century Media Blitz Vol.2. As their stock started to rise, so did the size of their support slots – the band endured a bottling from the crowd at a Ministry gig to go on to bag support slots with Amen and Biohazard (who would get on so well with Speedhorn that they would produce their second album, of which ‘Fuck The Voodooman’ is taken). They were the only UK band – other than Black Sabbath – to play the last UK Ozzfest. Then suddenly they were headlining the Astoria.
It couldn’t last.
As the band’s star began to wane, things started to get tougher. Members left – Tony Loughlin (guitar) and Darren Smith (bass) left, to be replaced by ex-Defenestration members Jay and Dave Thompson. Frank Regan (one of the band’s vocalists) left shortly after the band’s third album, How The Great Have Fallen, was released, to be replaced by Bloody Kev. Viking Skull – originally a side-project joke band consisting of half of Speedhorn and a couple of their roadcrew – started to take off, shedding the Speedhorn element in their ranks as they went. A fourth Speedhorn album was to come – last year’s Before The Sea Was Built – but the writing was on the wall. It was frustrating being a fan, so Satan knows what it must’ve been like in the band itself. Eventually Raging Speedhorn announced they would be making one last tour, to fuck the shit up one last time, and then split in an explosion of fucked-up noise.
I chose this track because it sums up everything I think of when I think about Speedhorn. It’s got the classic vocalist line-up of John Loughlin and Frank Regan. It’s got the pure don’t-give-a-fuck attitude – who else but the Speedhorn would put out a single with ‘Fuck’ in the title? I remember listening to Zane Lowe struggling to announce the track name after he played it on drivetime, back in his old XFM days. The fact that it’s two minutes of sheer, face-fucking hatred, aimed squarely at their ex-manager.
There are nine shows left in the band’s final UK tour, and seven dates to follow in Japan. If you live near one, don’t miss this last chance to catch the band. The band still have a myriad of other projects on the go between them – you only have to check their various inter-linked MySpaces to see how many. Our pick of them is I’m Fashion, You’re Victim, who serve up filthy sludged-up post-hardcore racket. Go consume.