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It’s not too hard too mark ver ‘Drill down as the best band to come out of Doncaster but their antics certainly paint them as one of the hardest and smartest that ever came out of the U.K. A trio originally coming together, so they say, by way of an advert placed in a ‘Guns & Ammo’ style mag and apparently named after a piece of bad-ass mining equipment, Groop Dogdrill have produced a thrillingly primal noise for two records so far (admittedly more so on first release
“Half
Nelson” than second album “Every Six
Seconds”. However, punctuated by a sling of singles for each long player, the music, b-side et al have documented the drunken and debauched world of Groop Dogdrill thus far though not without showing off a more sophisticated, thoughtful and poetic edge along the way (drinking with Frank Sinatra, anybody?)
Originally the band were the triumvirate of Pete Spiby, bass demon Damo and drummer Hug and their particular brand of rock n’ roll has involved various near fatal on stage knife throwing tricks, offering out entire venues, several cigar extinguishing tongue interfaces, conducting interviews amidst the odd spat of drink induced puking, touring with the
Wildhearts and allegedly “teaching those Geordies how to drink”.
Ending his tenure with the band, Hug left to spend more time in a fatherly guise and found a new vocation in driving buses. Ex-Bolt Thrower drummer,
stepped in after the band were cut loose from Mantra Records and the Groopies set about, undaunted, in securing their next foothold in the rock n’ roll world. Future shenanigans will prove that Groop Dogdrill are still ready and willing to fuck with your mind and batter your brain. Be afraid, be very afraid. |
