{"title":"The Cavemen","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Cavemen are a garage\/punk band originally from Auckland, New Zealand. In December of 2015, they made the bold move to relocate to London, United Kingdom. With their raw and energetic sound, The Cavemen have quickly gained a reputation for their wild live performances and catchy tunes. Their music is a perfect blend of gritty garage rock and rebellious punk attitude. If you're looking for an electrifying musical experience, look no further than The Cavemen.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"born-to-hate","title":"Born To Hate","description":"\u003cp\u003eDeclining Mental health? Feeling sexually frustrated? Plagued by homicidal thoughts? We have the pill that’ll push you over the edge... In 2015 The Cavemen swapped the sheep and paddocks of their native New Zealand for the grimy streets of London. And 2016 sees them rising from the gutter with a brand new record. Like the compulsive masturbator outside your local chip shop, these four miscreants have spurted out 13 syphilitic tracks of rock’n’roll apathy. In this latest waxen slab of hate, The Cavemen touch on everything from lost love, murderous desires and their burning disdain for sophisticated artistic expression. Put simply: it’s gonna make you wanna kill. Writing about their debut album, which was released a year to the day before this, their second, is due out, the local Six Noises website wrote that it “features plenty of greasy riffs, uncouth howling, and road-rash-raw garage punk. Think a dose of Dead Moon, with a little of the Cramps and the Stooges, and then throw on a whole heap of vintage trash punk’s debauchery. That’s essentially The Cavemen. It’s sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll conveyed via lo-fi, psychotic ’77 era punk rock” and, according to the Irish News, “turbocharged with the attack of early ’80s US hardcore and laced with the fuzz pedal-enhanced ‘whoop-it-up’ wildness of your favourite garage rockers from The Sonics to Mudhoney. The trio’s first record is a funny, tuneful rampage of hedonistic juvenile delinquency, grave robbing fantasies and substance\/self abuse-themed anarchy.” Both nihilistic and hedonistic at the same time, this is a record to shake the cobwebs out of your ears. It isn’t sophisticated or remotely complex. It’s one of those wonderful loose-nut albums that reminds you that life is short, and when it’s not being nasty as hell it’s simply dull as ditch water. So you might as well crank that volume knob to eleven, snigger knowingly at the prurient and intentionally juvenile lyrics and get busy making your own filthy fun, before you die in some tediously mundane fashion. \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Dirty Water Records","offers":[{"title":"CD","offer_id":50495218909515,"sku":"1002434","price":12.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/7d7afc22-ba2c-4147-a9a5-be2b81157af4_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1727709507"},{"product_id":"the-cavemen","title":"The Cavemen","description":"\u003cp\u003eTransplanted Kiwi London garage punk miscreants reissue debut LP. For fans of The Stooges, The Gun Club, Eddie Cochran (on speed) and The Cramps. Two weeks before they left the shores of their native New Zealand for the grimy cobblestones of London, garage-punk miscreants The Cavemen attempted a tour in support of their first album. What went down was equally chaotic as the 19 minutes of puerile degeneracy found distilled on their debut release. Youth halls were desecrated, now-defunct venues were soiled and an ill-fated final show in a graveyard was cancelled when the tour vans engine exploded and a passing motorist collided with bassist Nick Caveman. This first record is a funny, tuneful rampage of hedonistic juvenile delinquency, grave robbing fantasies and substance \/ self abuse-themed anarchy, from the opening blast of \u003ci\u003eMentally Ill\u003c\/i\u003e to the climactic kiss-off \u003ci\u003eTrash Talkin' Paint Huffin' Girl\u003c\/i\u003e. The stand-out tunes include unconventional my girlfriend dumped for the leader of a Nazi biker gang anthem \u003ci\u003eRides With The Reich\u003c\/i\u003e (\"Gee I, don't wanna kiss ya, I'm in love with Adolf Hitler\"), the shouty Motorhead-name checking alcoholic celebration of \u003ci\u003eAt The Pub\u003c\/i\u003e (\"I was born (at the pub), went to school (at the pub), fell in love (at the pub), had my kids (at the pub), had a beer (at the pub), had a fight (at the pub)\") and manic mid-term meltdown School Sucks (\"kill the teachers, burn the homework, smash the classroom\"). There's pretty much a racket to suit every form of deviancy, from the sex, drugs and punk rock self-abasement of Rock N Roll Retard and Glass Breakfast – frontman Paul Caveman giving good Lemmy on the latter – to the necrophilia-based antics of chucklesome, worryingly catchy shock-rocker \u003ci\u003eFuck For Hate\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStand By Your Ghoul's\u003c\/i\u003e ode to cadaver-based love. The whole record clocks in at under 30 minutes, making it the perfect rude 'n' crude warm-up music for any imminent crime spree. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLP - 180 Gram Blood Red Vinyl with Two Bonus Tracks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Dirty Water Records","offers":[{"title":"CD","offer_id":50497332937035,"sku":"1029475","price":12.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/ded2376e-7725-4818-90a7-ae47ec06e0d9_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1727727367"}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/collections\/test_46bedd6a_thumbnail_4096_1d4b64df-c55a-470c-998a-0fb54578179c.jpg?v=1727709486","url":"https:\/\/shop.roughtrade.com\/fr\/collections\/the-cavemen.oembed","provider":"Rough Trade","version":"1.0","type":"link"}