Cruiser Chimps

We spend more time on dance routines than the songs.

We don't sound like the white stripes ok? toko thought of the name so now we probably owe her some money or something. we were a 2-peice, now mikey joined, so we rock.
iain and lisa are in another band too, but it's less violent (bearsuit myspace & www.bearsuit.co.uk) mikey plays in giant robot and the city of tokyo also.

thanks to mr owen turner for recording the songs at the sickroom of course....

Reviews

Now, Cruiser Chimps. Oh my. By day they’re mild-mannered janitors but it seems all they have to do is don bed-linen capes and blood-stained golf visors to become demonic noise-rock overlords intent on teaching your ears who’s boss.
They match organ-shrivelling squeals and hyper-drive thrash-pop with a growling bass distortion that would make the rumbling bowels of Beelzebub himself sound curiously like larksong – which, by the way, is a Very Good Thing. It’s what I imagine watching a fight between Melt Banana, Mclusky and Swell Maps in a cement mixer would feel like, only ten times more vigorous and twenty times more elating, plus right in the middle there’s a song with discernible lyrics and a distinguishable hook and everything fighting to make its way out of the chaos but is, thankfully, failing.
I. Cannot. Stop. Grinning. They play with such vivacity that it looks like they’re going to throw up, excepting maybe the bassist who uses his bottle of beer as a slide across the fret board while drinking from it. I would weep with pure undiluted joy if the combination of wide-eyed astonishment and the force of the sound-waves blasting from the PA system hadn’t dried my tear-ducts shut.
9/10
Drowned in Sound