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Royal Blood hit goldblasting new riffs

Quick! Stand aside! There's a runaway 10-ton juggernaut of explosive sonic pyrotechnics rushing towards you at breakneck speed.

Mind you, it's possible you may be one of those who are eager to throw themselves headlong in front of these improvised blasting agents which are the rock 'n' roll equivalent of fissile isotopes.

NOTE: Any internet data-gathering security surveillance that's responding to any rogue key-words above should know that it's the new 10-track Royal Blood album we're talking about, not some post-modern Guy Fawkes conspiracy.

There was a time when the drummer and bass-player were merely the grunts in a band, working up a sweat stoking the furnace in the basement while twinkle-toed colleagues worked the shop floor front-of-house.

Royal Blood, a duo from Brighton, confirm that day is officially gone for ever.

It helps that bassman Mike Kerr has a voice that makes Led Zep's Robert Plant sound about as rock 'n' roll as Nana Mouskouri. And that Ben Thatcher is to tub-thumping what Erwin Schroedinger is to quantum physics.


Since the pair came together as a band last year, they've swept all before them. Sharing management with the Arctic Monkeys, they've gone from support act to headliners in record-breaking time. Out of the Black, the debut single that opens the album with the intensity of a rivet-gun stuck in high gear, announced their presence late last year with such conviction that they quickly became most pundits' tip for 2014.

This collection might just be the noisiest set of doomsday guitar riffs since Jimmy Page remembered Keith Moon's joke about "a lead balloon".

Of more recent vintage, Queens of the Stone Age will hear this and wonder where they went wrong.

With his bass guitar routed through a bunch of effects pedals, Mike Kerr swells his sound to orchestral dimensions while never losing sight of melody.

Jack White can have no complaints. If they inadvertently trample on what he considers his patch, Royal Blood go one step beyond. They write songs sturdy enough to carry their monumental blues-rock riffs.

Little Monster is a singalong ditty that One Direction could usefully cover, but the dynamic guitar ructions that bind it together is the sort of riffage that Lemmy dreams of for Motorhead.

The sound of Figure It Out is the sound of lemons being squeezed to destruction.

Mining a rich seam of the rock 'n' roll motherlode, Royal Blood manage to sound effortlessly modern. "Let's burn the past," screams Kerr on Ten Tonne Skeleton. "I'm still more than him."

Okay, he's lamenting a lost love. But the intention is blindingly clear. Royal Blood is about to become your new best friend.