Turbowolf: Two Hands

Bristol’s freakiest prog on.

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Well, this is sneaky. For a full minute, Two Hands opener Invisible Hands floats on a delicate acoustic riff, before suddenly tumbling into a psych-tinged garage-punk rager with enough fuzz to stuff a man-sized Muppet.

But don’t think that’ll give you too much of a handle on what’s to come, because Turbowolf appear to be on a mission to cram as many noises into this album as humanly possible.

Children’s vocals on Solid Gold are twisted into a terrifying, Village Of The Damned alienness. Serpentine synths slither among beefy riffs and boulder-throwing percussion one minute, prog electronics scratch themselves down blackboards the next. And frontman Chris Georgiadis veers from a high-pitched, aggressive At The Drive-In yelp to keening psychedelia on MK Ultra.

At just 39 minutes, they’ve packed so much into this entirely mad record, you’ll be left happily exhausted by the end of it./o:p

Emma has been writing about music for 25 years, and is a regular contributor to Classic Rock, Metal Hammer, Prog and Louder. During that time her words have also appeared in publications including Kerrang!, Melody Maker, Select, The Blues Magazine and many more. She is also a professional pedant and grammar nerd and has worked as a copy editor on everything from film titles through to high-end property magazines. In her spare time, when not at gigs, you’ll find her at her local stables hanging out with a bunch of extremely characterful horses.