Posts Tagged ‘The Hunter’

Slaves’s last single “The Hunter” is a three-minute wall of noise. A spiky guitar riff leads the way before drummer/vocalist Isaac Holman announces his presence with the rattle of a symbol and spits lyrics that reference climate change like Johnny Rotten reading a Greenpeace pamphlet. The other half of Slaves, guitarist Laurie Vincent, takes the riff up a notch before the track descends into chaos as a stage whisper calls “The Hunter”, Vincent’s guitar sounds like a rusty chainsaw and Holman smashes his drums to pieces. Eventually comes the refrain “It’s reckless and pointless/but it’s also very fun.” Never has a truer word been spoken.

Slaves are making the most noise a duo has made since The White Stripes and are causing a proper fuss amongst the music press. Their reputation as a live band is already preceding them – their headline slot at The Victoria in Dalston sold out in less than two hours and they’ve just secured the opening slot on the NME Awards Tour 2015, following in the footsteps of Franz Ferdinand and Florence and the Machine. Hailing from Kent and on a mission to cut swathes through a music landscape flooded with generic EDM, Slaves are set to make a serious impact over the next 12 months. They will be at most major festivals this summer.

Slaves a two-piece. Garage band from London, Isaac Holman and Laurie Vincent: one shouts and bangs the drums standing up, the other plays great, fat metal riffs from his guitar. They look like two overgrown truants from the rough part of town, but if you shut your eyes this is what the Black Keys might have sounded like had they been raised on Shane Meadows films – wry, suburban disaffection, like Sleaford Mods but with less swearing;

Slaves have been making a nasty racket around London town for a while now, but they’re finally shouting loud enough for people’s ignorant ears to prick up. As a duo, they manage to carry the might of bands like Death From Above 1979 and Winnebago Deal, exuding enough fuzz to fry brain cells. Also, as there’s only two of them, it’s easy enough to remember their names. After hearing the lairy, arrogant charms of Ceasefire, you’d be forgiven for thinking Slaves are bunch of snarling, Camden-dwelling cider-punks. So when I was met by two smartly-dressed, quietly pleasant lads from Kent, I felt confused and slightly relieved. They mix ‘77 style British punk with harsh bluesy garage riffs, as infectious as they are confrontational. They’ve just finished a on a 10-date UK tour with Drenge, Blew  everyone away at Y Not festival with an awesome set and are about to tour with the NME Awards tour with Amazing Snakeheads Fat White Family