[a]Raging Speedhorn[/a] are one of this country's brightest rock/metal hopes.
[a]Raging Speedhorn[/a] are a gang of 19-year-old skate kids from Corby, Northamptonshire. Their T-shirt slogan reads ‘Sniff Glue. Worship Satan’ and their music sounds like an ugly hybrid of [a]Black Sabbath[/a], Eyehategod, Extreme Noise Terror and modern metal riffs.
They will never make it onto the Radio 1 playlist, despite the fact that they’re one of this country’s brightest rock/metal hopes. Born out of desperation, frustration and alienation, they embody 21st-century teen angst better than 99 per cent of most whining wannabe stadium rock indie bands. Raging Speedhorn, in their own sick way, are reclaiming heavy rock music for the kids.
As swampy low-end feedback engorges the Garage, 200 teenage bodies mash themselves up against each other to the night’s first song, ‘Knives And Faces’. Singers Frank Regan and John Loughlin are both built like human pit bulls, each one taking his turn to scream lyrics about knifing people and sniffing glue. Veins bulge on their sweaty shaven heads as each riff crashes into the next, their only purpose to brutalise and deafen.
Drawing mainly from their debut album, tonight’s set is an hour’s worth of pure energy, the crowd as much a part of the show as the band. During the Sabbath-on-Mogadon encore of ‘Random Acts Of Violence’, a huge smile breaks across the face of bassist Darren Smith and he looks across the stage at his bandmates. The smile spreads across the stage as Raging Speedhorn look upon their faithful, drenched in sweat, delirious from heavy rock and lager. It’s been a good night for everyone.
Sniff glue. Worship Satan. Get in the pit and dive off the stage.