ROYAL BLOOD The Metro, July 20 Cocky little beggars now aren’t they? And fair enough too. Mike Kerr and Ben Thatcher always had a sense of rock theatre about them, and not just because even after White Stripes, The Mess Hall and Black Keys, a two-piece rock band still feels like a precarious balancing act and a bit of bravado. Thatcher’s habit of standing on his drum stool mid-show and simply staring out at the audience, as if daring them to come at him, made a showmanship vi
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Riffs enough for ya?
Though technically short a guitarist, with Mike Kerr playing a bass that is uniquely processed/heavily effects-pedal treated, British duo Royal Blood are, to borrow from Meaghan Trainor, all about the riffs, those riffs, on album number two.
Kerr spills lines like a relentless production process as he motors and vaults, pokes and prods, razes and razors, lasers and tasers, while channelling ‘70s and ‘90s
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