Welcome to the negatropolis
Out of suffering and adversity is borne the greatest of art. The Potteries sprawl across North Staffordshire in a drunken blitz of red brick terraces, derelict kilns and rusty factories. Hidden amongst vintage valve amps in damp basements and faded bedsits, the various members of Rise To Thunder, Space Witch and Normal Wisdom squat under bare light bulbs, like bizarre human toads, plotting to pervert the musical legacy of Stoke On Trent forever.
These leathery old veterans of a thousand bad trips have merged together, in a sweaty and malevolent lump of unwashed hair and anti-social tattoos, to unleash a very particular strain of Potteries-infused psychedelic progressive doom jazz rock upon the rest of the known world. Their grim city has spawned the title of their collective venture: Negatropolis.
From the same soot-blackened towns that gave you Lemmy, Discharge, Slash and Charger, comes a cyclopean sound that is as profoundly mind warping as it is crushingly heavy. This is the sound of Negatropolis Records, an instrumental voyage into the bong melted mind of children in adult bodies who have been reared on a disorientating broth of seventies rock, old skool sci-fi, angry punk, ‘Restart’ interviews and dodgy fungi, whilst being trapped in a city that the rest of the UK forgot about. ENTER NEGATROPOLIS YOU ANDROIDS AND DISCOVER WHAT IT IS REALLY LIKE TO DETACH YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR WASTED BODY AND TO BOWL IT ACROSS THE UNIVERSE UNTIL IT STRIKES THE SPHERES AND VIBRATES FOR ETERNITY.
Album release: Rise to Thunder
Rise to Thunder release full length album slagnoramus on Negatropolis
Records November 2008. This will be Negatropolis's first release, a 4 track album,
around 35 minutes in length.
Housed in a half size DVD case with a printed CDR and colour/black and white cover. Price UK £5, overseas £6.
Order your copy today via our online store.
Featured: Rise to Thunder
Psychedelic
Warlords Rise To Thunder ride across a deep purple sky the colour of an inflamed
bell end, on great winged lizard steeds, with rasping tongues and eyes of jade flame,
high above the blackened ruin of the Potteries and out over the impenetrable dark
of the Staffordshire moors, looking for warm virgin meat. Hot Peyote foams from
their scabrous gobs and flecks their hoary beards. A typical night out for Al and
the lads, then its back to Hanley for a prawn balti.
Featured: Space Witch
Space Witch
packed in a short set of their trademark space sludge that delivered enough bottom
end Moog maddened sci-fi dynamics to make the outer spheres vibrate. These lot are
one of a fantastic few (Charger, Rise To Thunder, etc.) that fly the flag of the
continued super heavy legacy of the mysterious Potteries of north Staffordshire.
Its all about the 'Sonics' as Slug said to me after witnessing Space Witch
live for the first time, and I dare say I have to agree with him as this 4 piece
from Stoke deliver an aural assault of mind altering instrumental Psychedelic Doom...