The Rise And Demise Of The Motorsteeple
SELF-RELEASED
Australian retro-rock loons hoover up all the tunes
A SENSE OF humour can be a dangerous thing in metal. Take yourself too seriously and you invite ridicule, but presenting as too wacky can condemn a band forever to the cringe realms of novelty kitsch, even ones with half-decent riffs (hello, Goblin Cock). Australian bands often have more leeway than most in this regard, tucked away in sunny isolation with their breezy, “no wuckers” attitude and OTT-bonkers metal legacy. Demanding attention with their homoerotic pagan vestments and funny face-pulling antics, Battlesnake owe as much to Tenacious D as to Dio, but they keep our attention with wild, expressive vocals; catchy riffing; twin-axe exuberance and storytelling fervour.
Despite their aesthetic’s comedy value, Battlesnake’s music is an accessible display of arty, pushing us into dinosaur rave metal territory, hastily snapping off just as it starts to get too ridiculous. 70s Judas Priest is a palpable presence throughout (incorporating their early Queen influence), while switches between Mellotron-dappled folk balladry and punchy, mystical hard rock, flying the Zeppelin over the Rainbow with delicate panache.
