Engine Room of the Apocalypse are loud. Very loud.
They are a three-piece. On synthesized-guitar and bass, are brothers in noise, Neil 'Wilf' and Guy 'Gumbo' Willetts, respectively. In the engine room of their apocalypse is drummer Iain 'Wine Bar' Young. Prog fan. Nice guy. Quiet guy. Til he plays the drums.
Below is 'Wilf' modelling synth-axe through Line-6. It's dark, I know, so you'll have to take my word for it.
They write political songs and play them in a prog-metal stylee. And LOUDLY; did I say that already? They are not covered in cream, but they do cover Cream. Not White Room, but a song with a similar riff (Clapton was clearly already running out of ideas)
I've got a soft spot for Strange Behaviour. They are the quiet heroes of the RTYD scene. They write well-constructed catchy blues-rock songs. Once in full swing, lead singer and guitarist Gerry Hobday, school caretaker and axe-man of his own apocalypse, can often be caught lost in the moment. Gone. Seventeen again. Feet dancing on effects pedals. Looping and wah-ing away in the bedroom that he never left - in spirit, anyway. And all the time in their engine room, Barry Simmons, bass; eyes closed, pick in mouth, and Richard Slater, drums; hold the fort. Provide the cover.
They always look so at home. There is no pretence. Just good old fashioned blues-rock 'n' roll. They are doing what comes naturally to them. And doing it so well. Buy their new CD. Buy an old-fashioned hard copy. Here
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