Although they've just taken to UK shores in support of fellow Aus rockers The Vines, the immortally-named ROCKET SCIENCE actually have much more in common - in terms of energy and manic attack - with Antipodean compatriots like The D4 and Rock'n'Roll Machine.
Their "Run Like A Gun" EP is this writer's first poisonous taste of their lethal brew and while it's about as futuristic as a Ford Anglia, there's certainly no denying that Rocket Science won't be satisfied until they've taken our towns, drunk our women, shagged our beer etc.
Basically, Rocket Science take ye olde "Nuggets" pop sound (with big Yamaha organ knobs on!) and beat it to within centimetres of its' life. "Run Like A Gun" kicks in with the fantastic intro line: "I went to the funeral parlour to see if I could get in/ I spoke to the funeral director, he said "Son, you're lookin' way too grim") and speeds off into oblivion in a most safisfactory fashion.
"Burn In Hell", actually taken from the band's 2000 debut LP "Welcome Aboard The 3C-10" sounds like The Lime Spiders running over The Strawberry Alarm Clock in a Sheman tank, so you'll probably gather that I like it, especially when they have the audacity to throw in handclaps and guitarist Paul Maybury solos with what sounds like the most primitive of early fuzz units.
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"Copycat" (also taken from the debut album) pushes it a bit, seeing as it's basically a rewrite of Hendrix's "Foxy Lady", despite the attempts to thinly disguise it with martial drumbeats and Roman Tucker's weird, spazzed-out theremin. However, "Six Foot 4" is a great way to sign off, stumbling in with drunken, staccato riffs, Tucker squealing "Oh shit!!" like he's caught his dong in his zipper and the band generally making like the garage band at the end of the universe.
So, no, it's not brain surgery, it's not gynaecology, but apparently it IS Rocket Science and - so far at least - we like their filthy, riff-driven scuzz-rock very much. Let's see how it fares with the soon-available album.
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