Director´s Cut

About the Artist
Helldorado evokes the sensation of burning sun on your neck, crunched sand between your teeth, a salty taste on your lips, a shaky finger on the trigger of a Colt 45, circling vultures silhouetted against a blue-white sky, a double whiskey on an empty stomach, the smell of bacon, beans, gunpowder, leather, sweat. Musical referances: The Gun Club, Dick Dale, Thin White Rope, Whiskytown, Nick Cave

Product Description
In times like these, when pretentious blowhards from England are posing as the biggest thing in rock since the discovery of electricity, and we are bombarded with successively more intense barrages of mediocre neo-metal from practically every corner, it's a damn fine thing we have bands like Helldorado. Helldorado brings back the refreshingly glorious spectacle of a rock'n'roll band equipped with two guitars, bass, drums, vocals, and - not least - a wellspring of melodies to shame even the most gifted songwriters of our times.

After a celebrated EP (featuring a brilliant mix of live and studio material), a subsequent victory lap around Norway, tours on the continent and several jaunts to the UK, their long-awaited full-length debut, "Director's Cut," is finally upon us - and by Speedy Gonzalez's lusty hot jets, what a freaking great record it is! From seductive and splendid ballads that Eugene Edwards will doubtless try to steal royalties from, to thundering, husky rock that can self-confidently stand back to back with the Gun Club's finest moments.

Despite displaying considerable range, the sound remains uniquely Helldorado, an impression which is only strengthened by Dag Vagle's distinctive vocal signature, along with a rhythm section and a back-up guitar whose technical gifts make the highly decorated engineers of NASA look like fumbling stumblebums. The undersigned has long been of the opinion (and will repeat as necessary) that Helldorado is one of the Motherland's absolute best bands - something I will bellow into the ears of whatever award juries I can get close to, amplified if need be by a turbocharged megaphone the size of a pregnant tuba. I recommend the album for cultural rehabilitation - give it to people in essential need of basic decent musical taste. Doing this ten times constitutes an act of such fundamental goodness that it entitles you to dedicate the rest of your life to decadence and debauchery without fear of any consequences. I dig Helldorado. In the name of rock, Egon – Authorized rock’n’roll-dealer Tromsø Kill City, Norway.

Tracks:

Blood Shack
Lucy And Mary
PAYROLLED
Diesel & Bones
The Snake Girl Song
Dead River
Id Waited For This Day
Killer On The Highway
Teenage Queen
Woman Shouldnt Drink
Roadhouse

Album Description

In times like these, when pretentious blowhards from England are posing as the biggest thing in rock since the discovery of electricity, and we are bombarded with successively more intense barrages of mediocre neo-metal from practically every corner, it's a damn fine thing we have bands like Helldorado. Helldorado brings back the refreshingly glorious spectacle of a rock'n'roll band equipped with two guitars, bass, drums, vocals, and - not least - a wellspring of melodies to shame even the most gifted songwriters of our times.

Despite displaying considerable range, the sound remains uniquely Helldorado, an impression which is only strengthened by Dag Vagle's distinctive vocal signature, along with a rhythm section and a back-up guitar whose technical gifts make the highly decorated engineers of NASA look like fumbling stumblebums. The undersigned has long been of the opinion (and will repeat as necessary) that Helldorado is one of the Motherland's absolute best bands - something I will bellow into the ears of whatever award juries I can get close to, amplified if need be by a turbocharged megaphone the size of a pregnant tuba. I recommend the album for cultural rehabilitation - give it to people in essential need of basic decent musical taste. Doing this ten times constitutes an act of such fundamental goodness that it entitles you to dedicate the rest of your life to decadence and debauchery without fear of any consequences. I dig Helldorado. In the name of rock, Egon - Authorized rock'n'roll-dealer Tromsø Kill City, Norway.

Rock Music:

Rock Music