The human body is intrinsically cruel: it’s the tastiest treats that do the worst damage to our teeth, the most exhilarating activities that hasten our decay, and the most euphonious sounds – big, belting rock ’n’ roll riffs – that pose the most risk to our eardrums. Listening to Royal Blood with our headphones cranked to their absolute limits may do wondrous things for our serotonin transporters, but it certainly isn’t healthy for us in the long run. But oh well – you only live once, right?
The first two Royal Blood albums were all about getting heads thrashing and fists pumping – they’re vicious, ultra kinetic nuggets of garage-tinged punk that can turn even the most passive of crowd-dwellers into a bonafide king of the mosh. Especially for, they’ve gone even bigger, boomier and more banger-driven.
