The sound of THE REAL MCKENZIES is scottish, but don't get confused by this. The boys from Vancouver got the Highlands in their hearts - and in their origins. Singer Paul McKenzie, a native Scotsman who wore a kilt as a child, founded the band in the early nineties, whose name, according to him, comes not from his family, but from the cheapest kind of whiskey in Scotland. But that shouldn't say much about the hard-drinking folk punk band.
The fact that the mixture of traditional Scottish folklore with driving punk riffs works out just perfect. This is probably due to a vision Paul McKenzie had before he founded the band: He was listening to two long-playing records at the same time - the Sex Pistols and the Scottish folk singer Andy Stewart. And that's exactly how the Real McKenzies still sound today: The clear, melodic vocals are in no way opposed to the wide guitars, but rather go perfectly with them.
So what is GRINDHOUSE? It’s four sexually misguided punk rock outlaws on a mission to deliver low down, cheap seats dirty garage rock action at all costs. From Freddie's fowl house to Frankston mall, the seeds were sown many years earlier in the forgotten teenage wasteland of Australian suburbia in the early nineties. Sitting in the back of an XD drinking your mates dads unfermented home brew listening to bootleg albums of your rock and roll heroes, then hoping one day that you could start a band that barely came close to what they sounded like. That's GRINDHOUSE!
The men of SKROETBALG (Drent-Nethersaxon for 'braggart' or 'show-off') sing the praises of life in their own dialect. They sing about the things that make life worth living: beer, cars, fighting, other people's mothers and, of course, their beloved province.
Their steady-as-she-goes-punk rock winks at old and more recent rock heroes but is not afraid to break the sound barrier (and standards).
Molotow, Nobistor 14, Hamburg, Germany