13Gauge First EP launch: 26 May. Gig/stream/download details **** RELEASED ****

[nfe]

Bought!

[HTH AMPS]

got mine too, br00talz!!!  :guitar4:

[blue]

also now purchased :)

feel free to add vintage pornography or random foreign currency to the envelope

[Roobubba]

Okay, first batch in the post!

I'm off for the weekend, but will get new orders sent out as soon as I'm back :)

Thanks!

Roo

[Keven]

allright! bought the download. time to give this baby a listen!

edit: i love it man! great stuff! very well recorded too

needs more telecaster XD

[blue]

cd arrived already!  now that's speed metal :)

just had one listen, wow!  can't really compare it to anything as it's not the sort of stuff i usually listen to, but it's very impressive.  great to hear a detuned guitar that still has punch and clarity.  the vocals are good, but i admit i would find them wearing over a whole album.  obviously i'll need a few more listens, but first impressions are most excellent, dude ;)

[nfe]

Yep, mine arrived this morning too. Top flight turnaround time!

[WezV]

what!  where is mine :(    ;)

[MDV]

Mine too. Yay! Thanks roo.

[Roobubba]

Back now and those who've not received yours yet - fear not, they are in the post!

If anyone else wants to place an order, do feel free :)

Hope you're enjoying them, guys :)

Roo

[Roobubba]

Got a review in Oxfordshire's Nightshift Magazine, which is normally utterly brutal and unforgiving...

http://nightshift.oxfordmusic.net/2011/jul.pdf

It is copied and pasted here:

13 Gauge’s EP is titled ‘Fatally Punched In The Face’, it’s released on local punk monsters Junkie Brush’s Rivet Gun label and its cover features a pair of fists dripping with gore. Obviously it’s a CD of easy jazz-soul ballads.

 

In the real world, though, ‘Fatally Punched…’ is virulently ogre-ish grindcore with an obstinately nagging guitar line that needles and needles you until you’re fit to start lobbing punches at passing strangers. On it tumbles, ransacking Carcass as it goes, words like “kill” randomly popping their heads above the otherwise unintelligible gibberish the demon-eyed gibbon on vocals is spouting. And then it finishes and you realise it’s a pointless three minutes of tuneless aural bar-stewardry that merrily shites on most of the desperate to be liked proper bands we’re forced to listen to every working day (on the days when we’re not working, we enjoy smashing up garden sheds while listening to tuneless aural bar-stewardry at criminal volume).

 

Onward it charges, ugly, brutal and probably full of maggots, faster and fast until it turns inside out in its own skin and splits itself in two like Rumplestiltskin, spilling innards onto the floor, which it then feverishly picks up, slops into a bucket and claims to be a chorus. Admirable behaviour of which far more bands should take notice.

 

Dale Kattack

yay!

[MrBump]

Epic review!  Well done that man.