“It’s as phallic and sex-worn as Beelzebub’s hoof-stick and it’s soaked in a riff heavy glaze. Drag that sound with its glitter and leather and guts right on into the 21st century, and we have something like Midnight Devils…”
“These are gluttonous fuck-hungry scum covered tracks that live muscle-bound, wire-tight and lean…”
“It’s florescent, magnetic, it glows. With a 70’s camp glitz and electronic glamour it just seems to seep through the tweeters…”
“With every single released, we get closer and closer to that scrappy and idiosyncratic alchemy that Brix Smith has always exuded…”
“Sylvain might not have been star of the show, and Thunders is always a hero, but Sylvain was my biggest living connection to the band that kicked me in the ass…”
Rats On The Run has expanded again. The Paris based Groover is worldwide and waiting, and the networks for artists keeps growing.
“House synths and grease, old skool glitch and beats, baselines that womp like a PS1 soundtrack and neons that cry acid house…”
Rats On The Run has been growing. And following the announcement of a new writing collective, it’s a pleasure to say we’re involved.
“With a keen eye for harsh words and wiry thin riffs, an ‘I’m doing my thing so screw you’ attitude… Madame So’s brand of force is infectious.”