It’s rare that I hear a new album and immediately fall in love with the band. Typically, I dig on a sound or a few tracks, something of a taste, but rarely do I toss myself into an entire catalogue like with The Routes.
Birthed in Hita City, Oita, Japan, The Routes are self-described ‘No gimmick, no costume, no bullshit, Stomp’n’Grind Garage Rock Rhythm and Blues” and own every single word in that description.
Skeletons is The Routes fourth album and each track is a powerful enough to rip the juke joint from its hinges and shakes the filings out from fans across the globe. These tracks create garage culture icons. Vocalist Chris Jack sounds like a young Reverend Beat-Man and, with Yuichiro Tomishige smashing the drums and Kensaku Muronaka slamming the bass, move effortlessly through screaming surf instrumentals and 60’s distorted fuzz. Each track isn’t just 60’s revival sound, it’s the hungry corpse of a by gone era biting and infecting and increasing its numbers with each rabid metered assault.
So grab yourself a copy and dig on in. The Routes are the future of garage rock.