Sulturro

Kicking off with the pelvic thrust of "Pave The Whales,” West coast-bred trio Sulturro deliver a sonic wallop that crosses the all-so-appealing, yet incredibly well traversed, bridge between Motörhead and the Ramones. The timekeeping is relatively bare bones, with minimal flourishes to allow for a sonic attack that is pelvic and forceful, while the vocal delivery is brash and primal. Continuing with this pace for the first half of the album, "Redoitagainer” and "Corns On My Cob” feel like sneering pieces of ravaged meat hanging in a dirty freezer. Eventually the album loses a touch of steam though, with the remainder feeling less like gritty rock’n’roll and more like pop punk, leaving one to wonder if Sulturro have enough bona fide material to merit a full-length. However, if they keep up this aural camaraderie with the likes of fellow Vancouver punk rock’n’roll acts Spread Eagle and Red Hot Lovers, they are sure to gain any lost ground.