Yo. Its been a while since I’ve updated this page, mainly cause of tafe and for a while I couldn’t be bothered to update this page, but I’m on holidays now for a few weeks so why not. Whatever. So apart from getting a spot in Diploma for sound engineering, seeing Captain Cleanoff, completing my Venture Bros DVD collection and meeting Tiffany Grant and Yuko Miyamura, the English and Japanese voice actors for Asuka of Neon Genesis Evangeion at Supanova (yes, I am infact an anime fan), nothing much else has happened really expect vigorous studying and working to watching cartoons all day, going to gigs at night, doing some art shit and sleeping.
Well, hows bout another review just to get me back into the jist of things.
Battle Pope. Where to start? Okay I got something smart to start this off with. So, if Johnny Bravo was to only listen to one album every start of the day before he goes bones a few chicks, he would skip the Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, George Michael, Lionel Ritchie, etc. He’d rather crank Battle Pope’s new EP in the morning. And if you think that’s a bad thing, either you know a better way of scoring the ladies or you are most definitely a forever _alone fag. Of course, Johnny Bravo only hits on chicks that don’t understand his sexiness, and I could relate that. Battle Pope doesn’t commit such sins as to sugarcoat their cocks with sugar while beating around the pubic bush with craptastic pop songs, NOPE, Legend has it that every day they put cocaine and napalm on their gigadicks and so that they are supercharged and prepared for their destined pussy pilgrimage, to brigade their “dyke-destroyer” mission armed with only their reproductive organs and the salvation of the Holy Sexy God...And so the mighty Battle Pope takes a break from their journey to give their dicks a chance to cool down, for it is tired and sore, and thus, they penned down a few songs, gigged around and even preserved their hymns and sermons on tape, to spread the word of their works and to continue being spirited in their journey.
Yes I had fun with that. A lot of fun. So yeh I’ve seen Battle Pope support a few bands the past few months, and they are just so energetic and shocking live. They dress up as if the Vatican was a beach and their party skills are a force to be reckoned with. Overall they are insane live, so to finally have their songs here on my iPod is something I’ve yearned for a while because when it comes to writing some funky-grindn'roll-licious tunes, they are no doubt doing it right.
First off, its finally nice to hear what Pontiff Benfunk is crooning, seeing as he is always jumping around. Their vicious energy is captured really well here, and their tunes are very very very catchy, they are all great so to choose a favorite here is hard, but “Psalm Of Barry Hall” gets the Best Song Title award here. The XXX-tuned dual guitars here warrants a mention here, the stoner style riffs here are as tight as a nuns…well, yeah you can fill in the rest, but what I am most intrigued on is how they recorded such a mean and thick timbre here, Though they don’t have a bass player, its sounds like they recorded bass here as well. Oh and the drums too, I’m very used to seeing them live and usually as with all live gigs the guitars overpower everything, so to hear the drums here so clearly is definitely a good thing. For a band that is so rowdy they have put a lot of effort into making not just a listenable EP, but also a very enjoyable one too. Also, how many grind bands can you name that has harmonica in it?
Battle Pope only made a few psychical copies of Pantless Charge, but it is available to download as a “name your price” (free) on their bandcamp site. It does include a little e-booklet, oddly enough it doesn’t have lyrics. I also noticed that this EP doesn’t have that bitchin’ Little Richard cover they play, maybe for the next release fellas?
Well, hows bout another review just to get me back into the jist of things.
Battle Pope. Where to start? Okay I got something smart to start this off with. So, if Johnny Bravo was to only listen to one album every start of the day before he goes bones a few chicks, he would skip the Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, George Michael, Lionel Ritchie, etc. He’d rather crank Battle Pope’s new EP in the morning. And if you think that’s a bad thing, either you know a better way of scoring the ladies or you are most definitely a forever _alone fag. Of course, Johnny Bravo only hits on chicks that don’t understand his sexiness, and I could relate that. Battle Pope doesn’t commit such sins as to sugarcoat their cocks with sugar while beating around the pubic bush with craptastic pop songs, NOPE, Legend has it that every day they put cocaine and napalm on their gigadicks and so that they are supercharged and prepared for their destined pussy pilgrimage, to brigade their “dyke-destroyer” mission armed with only their reproductive organs and the salvation of the Holy Sexy God...And so the mighty Battle Pope takes a break from their journey to give their dicks a chance to cool down, for it is tired and sore, and thus, they penned down a few songs, gigged around and even preserved their hymns and sermons on tape, to spread the word of their works and to continue being spirited in their journey.
Yes I had fun with that. A lot of fun. So yeh I’ve seen Battle Pope support a few bands the past few months, and they are just so energetic and shocking live. They dress up as if the Vatican was a beach and their party skills are a force to be reckoned with. Overall they are insane live, so to finally have their songs here on my iPod is something I’ve yearned for a while because when it comes to writing some funky-grindn'roll-licious tunes, they are no doubt doing it right.
First off, its finally nice to hear what Pontiff Benfunk is crooning, seeing as he is always jumping around. Their vicious energy is captured really well here, and their tunes are very very very catchy, they are all great so to choose a favorite here is hard, but “Psalm Of Barry Hall” gets the Best Song Title award here. The XXX-tuned dual guitars here warrants a mention here, the stoner style riffs here are as tight as a nuns…well, yeah you can fill in the rest, but what I am most intrigued on is how they recorded such a mean and thick timbre here, Though they don’t have a bass player, its sounds like they recorded bass here as well. Oh and the drums too, I’m very used to seeing them live and usually as with all live gigs the guitars overpower everything, so to hear the drums here so clearly is definitely a good thing. For a band that is so rowdy they have put a lot of effort into making not just a listenable EP, but also a very enjoyable one too. Also, how many grind bands can you name that has harmonica in it?
Battle Pope only made a few psychical copies of Pantless Charge, but it is available to download as a “name your price” (free) on their bandcamp site. It does include a little e-booklet, oddly enough it doesn’t have lyrics. I also noticed that this EP doesn’t have that bitchin’ Little Richard cover they play, maybe for the next release fellas?
They are now currently touring around outside NSW and they are frequently playing around Sydnay as well so fi they ever bring their juggernaut near your local club, church, brothel or a church club with a brothel in it, go check em out, you might get lucky tonight!
Fun fact: When they played Hot Damn a few weeks ago, every cupcake chick there lost their virginity. True story.
Another Fun Fact: Battle Pope is also a comic, I've never read it though.
One Moar Fun Fact: That "Pope This" shirt with the giant rainbow arrow pointing down. Very sexy.
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