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Wilson - Right To Rise
Fuelled primarily by beer and titties, Wilson’s debut Full Blast Fuckery was the balls-out party rock soundtrack American Pie should’ve had. Imagine it; Seann William Scott and co abusing pastry and affronting hygiene standards to College Gangbang, and the like. A dream college piss-up pairing, fo’ sho’.
The Detroit rabble learned their chops with poignant fratboy odes like College Gangbang, I Can Beat Your Dad and Viking Pussies Fuck Off. It earned them a strong reputation, as a party-friendly live band to beat. Accordingly, like hairy Peter Pans, they could have refused to grow up – and settled for the fruits of their fun, brash labour. They could have done that very easily. So it’s pleasing to see their focus sharpened and fired up with this second LP.
Right To Rise, immediately more serious with that emphatic title, is essentially Wilson all grown-up. Where Full Blast Fuckery charged out with a youthfully raging ‘ARRRHGGHHH!’ – like Sesame Street’s Animal with ADHD – this is a honed, toned and basically better piece of dirty, righteous hard rock. Think Monster Magnet, getting a little squiffy at a very meaty barbecue.