Angry Saints are fueled with passion and rock and roll. Comparable to acts such as the Damned, Angry Saints have just released a full length Nothing New In The Human Zoo which spans 10 songs and 43 minutes of punk rock goodness. A personal standout for me is “Satan’s in Your Neighborhood” because I can relate it to my life in Los Angeles with lyrics like “it is a one way ticket to a modern hell” and a Satanist chant of “Satan is in your neighborhood”. The tension filled guitar solo panned to the far right where the lead guitar remains for the majority of the record. Gothic sounding vocals and driving rhythms create their debut full length which is a must for any dedicated punk rocker. Below is an attached biography I received from the band.
“Angry Saints were kick-started in 2015 and have been roaring along ever since. An international band, half of the members from the Madrid hotbed of rock, Alameda de Osuna, and the other half from Australia (New Guinea) and the northwest of England, the band plays a powerful alternative rock with many twists and turns along the way. Sometimes primitive and visceral, other times twisted – but always satisfying. Listen out for hints of Iggy Pop, The Cramps, and The Doors.
Angry Saints have a lot to shout about in their songs – love, drugs, cars, beer, fear – all against a backdrop of varied landscapes – the sea, the desert, dreams and nightmares; your apocalypse of choice.
The album opens with a krautrock-inspired drum intro, which builds into Swan Song. Full of space and nuance, then noise. Something’s wrong, we hear repeated and increasingly-desperate in the chorus – history is regurgitating itself.
Fugitive Kind, its title a nod to the Tennessee Williams story, talks about digging a hole in technology and sleeping in it. It’s not the only cinematic and literary reference on the album either. Satan’s In Your Neighbourhood channels JG Ballard’s nightmarish themes and The Zabriskie Blast namechecks the surreal explosion at end of Antonioni’s film – all boom, bust, crowded, crushed, can, must.
The band opens up on televangelists in Hyena as they implore us: Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t believe the Hope. Stuck Inside is a punky thrash about alienation. Hay Plains is more a psychobilly road movie: flat and hot, the sky and land divided, perfect for a breakup.
Ship Of Fever moves like the tide with its 6/8 time signature – a dark tale about a colony, a ship, a disease, a governor, a solution that ebbs and flows and builds via a siren song to a rousing finale.
Mother Jones, a song from down in the swamps that features lap steel, is perhaps the brightest beacon of hope on the whole album. It’s all about everyone’s favourite Wobbly, Mary Harris J.
The album ends with Water Bear, building from a picking guitar into a massive chorus and beyond. It seems to want to tell us: don’t forget to breathe. And finally, after the rollercoaster ride of Nothing New In The Human Zoo, that’s exactly what you can do – take a deep breath and hit the repeat button.”