Royal Blood
– Royal Blood
Royal Blood comes out swinging and never lets up. From the first distorted bass note, it hits with the force of a bar fight in an empty church. It’s loud, it’s mean, and it’s got no interest in explaining itself. The duo—just bass and drums, mind you—manage to sound like a stampede without ever feeling bloated.
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Mike Kerr’s bass doesn’t rumble, it slices. Run through a mess of pedals and amps, it masquerades as a guitar and then some. Ben Thatcher’s drumming is more sledgehammer than scalpel, and that’s exactly the point. This isn’t precision rock—it’s instinct, adrenaline, and noise dialed in just enough to stay on the rails. And somehow, between all the racket, they sneak in real hooks.
The songs are built for speed, but there’s structure beneath the chaos. Each track barrels forward with a sense of urgency, and even the slower moments feel like they’re stalking something. Kerr’s vocals carry just enough swagger to sell the fury without drowning in it. It’s garage rock lit on fire, blues soaked in jet fuel. A debut that doesn’t introduce—it kicks down the door.
Choice Tracks
Out of the Black
The opener roars out of the gate with a crushing riff and a sneer. Kerr’s voice seethes while Thatcher drives the rhythm like a battering ram. It’s the band’s mission statement: loud, lean, no apologies.
Figure It Out
Starts with a twitchy, jagged groove that explodes into a chorus built for stomping boots. The tension snaps like a trap, and it’s over before you know it. Pure kinetic release.
Little Monster
This one swaggers hard. The riff slinks rather than charges, and the chorus lands like a barbed hook. Kerr leans into his delivery with just enough venom to keep things unstable.
Loose Change
A deep cut with bite. Thatcher’s drums keep it grounded while the bass bends into some strange, psychedelic shapes. Less bombastic, more hypnotic—still loud.
Ten Tonne Skeleton
It pulses like something mechanical and alive. The verses simmer, but the chorus absolutely detonates. One of their most focused and feral moments.
Royal Blood slams out ten tracks of bass-fueled chaos with nothing wasted. No frills, no filler—just two guys making a beautiful mess that somehow feels bigger than most five-piece bands. It’s raw, explosive rock that demands volume and gives zero excuses.