Bloodjunkie

"By the time the last chorus kicks in, you’ll be ripping your shirt off, thrashing it around your head with one hand, whilst pounding your chest with the other, roaring your lungs hoarse. It’s party time, bitches – let’s all drink to those who broke the mould."

"so cocksure, so laden with swagger and Henry Winkler thumbs-up, finger-gun coolness, it’s difficult to wipe the massive grin that will slowly spread across your face as the tracks burrow their way into your subconscious."


"So much confidence bleeds from Arms & The Man; it’s scary. It’s as if they’ve smoked a load of weed made out of Jeff Winger’s hair and ingested his “It’s clear from looking at me, that I am awesome” attitude – but the thing is, they can pull it off. Why? Because their music speaks it in volumes, through the impenetrable breeze-block thick grooves, through to the punk-meets-hardcore swagger, Swami-guitar licks and that ever-so-noticeable aroma of desert rock; Arms & The Man have earned the right to be this cocky, because not only have they got the attitude; they’ve got the tunes to back it up and it’s not only refreshing, but essential."

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