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The Royal Society | 
| Artist: The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster
Label: MCA
Category: Music
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Rating:  9 reviews
Sales Rank: 21651
Media: Audio CD
Running Time: 47
Discs: 1
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2
Dimensions (in): 5.6 x 5 x 0.5
UPC: 602498686409
EAN: 0602498686409
ASIN: B000630NGW
Release Date: October 25, 2004
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| Tracks:
| • | Rise Of The Eagles | | • | I Could Be An Angle | | • | When I Hear You Call My Name | | • | Migrate Migraine | | • | Puppy Dog Snails | | • | The Dancing Girls | | • | The Fool | | • | I Rejection | | • | Drunk On The Blood | | • | Mister Mental | | • | Freud's Black Muck | | • | Temple Music | | • | The Way Of The Men Of The Stuff |
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| Customer Reviews: Read 4 more reviews...
 Guitar, Guitar, Guitar, Guitar... April 28, 2007
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
Ploughing ever-forward with my habit of getting into bands well after doing so is to be considered cool - and honestly, given music press ****rags like the NME, who can blame me? - I bought this album in 2007, three years after its much-celebrated release. At the time I was only (very vaguely) familiar with one of their songs, opening track and single Rise of the Eagles. Whereas that song, as well as sing-along efforts like When I Hear You Call My Name and Dancing Girls are decent enough efforts, it's in its latter half that the brilliance of The Royal Society comes to the fore.
The album unleashes its full range upon the unsuspecting listener from track seven onwards, with stand-out tracks like The Fool, with its noble rock 'n' roll simplicity; decidedly wonky but heartfelt appeal for love/blood, I Rejection; obvious single choice, Mister Mental; gothic rock song Freud's Black Muck; and surprisingly effective half-ballad Temple Music. It's with song like these that these guys show us exactly what they're capable of.
Even though those songs mentioned are of a very high standard, it's stomping, guitar-ridden, Mcluskyite (not a real word, but high praise all the same) finale The Way of the Men of the Stuff that blows everything else out of the water. It also proves beyond reasonable doubt that the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster are at their best when playing VERY, VERY LOUD.
Drunk on the ride July 6, 2005
2 out of 3 found this review helpful
The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster is a band whose influence is wide and varied who experimentally skip across any self-imposing boundaries. The Royal Society is a blazing pick n mix of electric-metal punk riffs and dark narrative. 'I Rejection' takes me back to my grunge-listening days of the Stone Temple Pilots and Soundgarden, whereas the truly sadistic 'Puppy Dog Snails' would scare the wits out of any child. This album is fantastic though and gets better the more you listen. 'Drunk on the Blood', one of my favourites, is a carnivalesque merry-go-round with hints of Doors-like percussion, and builds, surprisingly, into an interesting fusion of classic jazz. Guy Mcknight certainly mimics at times Jim Morrison's deep, dark vocals only at times at a more tremoring pace and his delivery on occasions evocative of that similar raw sexual power, or perhaps this speaks to the inhibited masochist in me. 'Dancing Girls', another of my favourites, to me feels perfectly orchestrated with a kind of spooky baseline riff. 'Mr Mental' is a tightly arranged vibration of pure energy getting the adrenalin flowing whilst 'Freuds Black Muck' is aptly named and showing the obvious Pixies influence, yet with a twist of Rocky Horror comedy. Overall this album is a cathartic and immensely satisfying one with a consistently sinister and vampiristic undertone. I love it! TEMBLD takes the rock genre to new unexplored territory.
The only decent UK band January 17, 2005
5 out of 12 found this review helpful
I waited in hope after the first album that these guys would maintain their off-their-heads rocknroll, Cramps meets Damned craziness and I wasn't disappointed. The only UK band that kicks ass and the only UK band that tips it's hat towards the Birthday Party and Gun Club. Thank the Lord and the Devil for them.
Outstanding November 13, 2004
5 out of 6 found this review helpful
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster are the best British band of the moment - fact. Forget the lazy retread of garage rock provided by the insipid, commercially friendly NME favoured bands that dominate the airwaves - this is REAL rock and roll. Their debut album Horse of Dog restored my passion for music with it's dramatic 25 minute aural assault. The band quickly became my favourite, and their incendiary live shows only strengthened my love and admiration for them. The Royal Society has now tattooed their genius onto my very soul. Inventive, surreal, obstreperous, sexy, dark, catchy, and above all brilliant - no music lover should be without everything they have ever commited to CD and vinyl.
Detail over a solid foundation November 5, 2004
2 out of 3 found this review helpful
In my opinion (and remember that's all it is), this album is far better than the first. I liked Horse Of The Dog, but I didn't think there were more than a couple of tracks that stood out. Name a track from that first album, and I probably won't remember which specific sound actually goes with that name.The Royal Society is much better defined, and very quickly I knew each track uniquely. Good variety of sounds, moods, tempos, and a good collection of lyrics. I can't reccomend this album, because everyone has different tastes. But I do recommend that any hard-guitar fans at least give it a listen, to decide for themselves.
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