One vicious voice
Two buzz saw guitars
Add an ounce of life experience and ample doses of alcohol. Splash the whole ordeal with sarcasm and pump it through Marshall amps cranked to 11. Welcome to the Bobnoxious Cocktale: a straightforward yet ass-kicking recipe.
Take heed, however. This isn't some sugary sipping drink. Adrenaline fuelled, wily and dangerous, it's the musical equivalent of Jack and Cola racing through your veins on a particularly lecherous night.
Raging with a sordid mixture of rock, punk and metal dubbed Two-Fisted Twisted Rock 'N' Roll, London, Ontario's Bobnoxious is renowned as one of Canada's most volatile and aggressive yet engaging and energetic forces.
Over the course of almost a decade together and four celebrated albums, they've asserted themselves as a raucous onslaught of no-frills, explosive rock founded on drinkin' hard and partyin' harder. From performing with legendary gurus KISS to overtaking London's Santa Claus Parade annually whilst playing live atop their own Bobnoxious Xmas Float and raising money for local Boys and Girls clubs (they're not all bad), Bobnoxious is the party.
And the festivities aren't stopping. Compelled by the success of revered 2008 effort SuperScar, vocalist/guitarist Bob J. Reid, guitarist Jeff Bialkowski, drummer David Wyles and bassist Stan Fountain have crawled out to The Shack Studio, shaken off the hangover and hammered out fifth effort Cocktales (Wannabee/Fontana North), their most randy, revelrous and rockin' work to date.
Packed with 15 anthemnic blasts of beastly riffs and tongue-in-cheek lyrics, the decadence and debauchery that is Cocktales easily renders other bands tamer than a PG film playing in a nunnery. Influenced by rock's Holy Trinity (Sex, Drugs and Rock 'N' Roll), Cocktales assaults with blast after rousing blast of Bobnoxious' innately guttural, anthemnic and incendiary rock.
“This is our most obnoxious record yet. It's a mix of stuff we've been working on for years and things we wrote just a few weeks before the recording was done so it's varied,” Reid assures the Rockaholics, Bobnoxious' devout fans before delving into Cocktales' inspiration: fun, frolic and those shitty moments that make you long for a, well, “Cocktale.”
“As for the theme, most of the songs on this album are about the party and having a good time. There is an element of sarcasm though; maybe even more tongue-in-cheek than past albums...if that's possible,” he grins. “There are lyrics about situations that are common in everybody’s day-to-day lives but really, it's that perfect drink when ya really fuckin' need one.”
Which we all do eventually, as true Rockaholics know. Still, Reid notes that Cocktales expands on the territory explored by SuperScar in that as with any celebration, in order to stay the course, one needs to pace themselves. Tempered by experience, Cocktales assures that while this perfect drink never stops delivering, it's ready to go all night, not wind up puking in the bathroom prematurely.
From “Cease To Be,” a duet with Kittie front woman Morgan Lander maximizing the aforementioned cynical tone while celebrating woman's eternal command over man's ability to “get any,” to “Proven Them Wrong” and its showcase backing vocals provided by Australian Queen tribute act It's A Kinda Magic and more, Cocktales diversifies them mixture enough to keep revellers wanting more. It's the fuel, the fire and the aftermath rolled into one.
“Because we're older, we're a little wiser to the scene,” Reid laughs. “That's why Cocktales is one awesome soundtrack for your party. It brings the fun but it also has those moments where you realize, 'Oh, that bad shit doesn’t just happen to me.' It's got everything to get you riled up but hopefully not enough to get a speeding ticket when you're driving.”
To that extent, Cocktales provides the perfect aural support to those eventualities; a dynamic ride with engaging, head-splitting results. Still, while Cocktales is a randy and feverish blast of balls-out rock from these kings of gnarled rock 'n' roll (a crown they sport with pride), as with any true rager, the next day will not be pretty.
“When you rock 'n' roll as hard as we do on Cocktales, you’re just happy to open your eyes in the morning,” Reid beams. “Getting out of bed is another story.”
Consider yourself warned.