The Bible Bashers - TheBible Bashers EP

Thu 2nd Sep, 2010 in Music Reviews

The prophet Ezekiel unplugs his headphones and anxiously looks skyward; the blood drains from his face. His knuckles whiten as he grips the cross around his neck and with tremulous lips he whispers:

“Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none.”

Cackles come from a bloodied vinyl. The headphone cord tightens around Ezekiel’s neck and with his last breath he chokes out:

“God save us from The Bible Bashers.”

He lay dead on the floor while the record repeats:

“I’ll deliver you from evil. Save you from vice. Or my name ain’t Jesus H Motherfuckin’ Christ.” ( The Bible Bashers 1:1 )

And so begins the tyranny of The Bible Bashers.

Under their reign the world is a darkly humourous place. It’s smut, it’s cheap booze and it’s crack houses; a barren wasteland of self-destruction. Life exists behind boarded up windows and in stripper’s booths. Body parts boil on the stove.

Such are the stories that come from The Basher’s first seven track testament. John Schmidt’s (drummer) lyricism splatters a grim streak across the record’s walls. Llewellyn Saggers-Gray’s guitars snarl and stomp their way through the sludge of Laith Tyranny’s guttural vocals. Byron Robertson drives the songs with a bass that chugs like Mick Taylor’s ( Wolf Creek ) V8. Listening to this recording is like taking a ride in the boot as Uncle Mick hunts backpackers.

With blessings from the hand of Reverend Max Ducker at Cellar Sessions, the four psychopaths have created a wickedly entertaining debut that says a big fuck off to a Disneyfied world. There’s no whistling robins or princesses, just vultures and whores.

You just know the band is going to drag us all to hell as we can’t help but dance to their treachery. It’s slaughterhouse rock made for sinners.

“When I crawl into town, so does the disease. The crows feast and the churches fill with refugees.” ( The Bible Bashers 1:7 )