Carnival Club

Carnival Club are a quartet of late teenage, early twenty-something's brimming with excitement, energy and kick out the jams, no holds barred vision. These Manchester based lads have absorbed their musical learning showing maturity way beyond their youthful years. Maybe you'd like a Jimi Hendrix 'Voodoo Chile' drenched guitar lines and Sabbath sound wars topped off with a supersonic, cigarettes and whisky blues howl, a huge stadium blasting riff with an earworm of a chorus straight out of Valhalla, or a heady LA powertrippin', staggeringly streetwise smack 'em down head-rush and head-mash. Also you get this. It's a tasting of 'Prog Rock' grandeur, quicksilver American west coast psychedelia 50 years on from 'The Summer of Love', a hint of machine groove Euro techno, stirrings of Goth with plenty of eye-liner, a Daltrey-esque stutter, bunny rabbits and echo men in long black coats, the resurrection that wants to be adored, thundering herds of buffalo and wildebeest coming over the horizon, right through to the last fading resonance of the drummer's flailed cymbals and hi-hats ending 'Headaches'.The Manchester Evening News indeed got it right when they reviewed one of their blistering live shows. Carnival Club are "reaching out to grasp the ghostly hand of Lemmy'' and plenty of other rock gods, alive or dead, with ''their musical cues darting in from every rock corner imaginable".