Rolling Thunder release the ‘Virtual Greyhounds’
Let me run through the motions of the brief chat I’ve had with Northants outfit Rolling Thunder:
- The boys write a lovely email and clearly, flattery will get them everywhere. We won’t e v e r charge them, or anyone else, for a review though because we aren’t wankers. Just gonna leave that out there.
- They’re a band so easy to fall in love with on social media. They’re daft, organic and don’t pretend to be anything other than what they are (with a wee bit more nudity than we banked for but here we are).
We haven’t heard a song open with a big fat drum intro in ages and we have bloody missed them. Immediately, you know you’re going to have a good time with Rolling Thunder. It’s about 3 seconds in and I want to go to the pub with these boys (Are we gang? Let’s be gang! Love you) – and there’s opportunity to be won over by a longer opening that would, frankly, sound sick live. We’re not treated to a vocal til we’re almost a minute in and I’m absolutely here for it. Easy, tiger. Rolling Thunder get you where you need to be.
Virtual Greyhounds isn’t perfect: it’s a little rough around the edges like the first time you saw that band who made it massive at your local dive venue. There’s a tasty little riff tangled up across a homegrown backdrop of guitars, and this track sounds like the band had a lush time making it.
I was in an absolutely shite mood before I streamed Virtual Greyhounds, and now I feel right as rain. Wasn’t that what music was meant to do in the first place?
If you’re looking for a band close to home you can feel like you’re listening along with someone beside you even when you’re on your own, Rolling Thunder are about to be your best friend!
Music loving Geordie with a soft spot for cassettes and vinyl.
If you’re in an unsigned band, I’m probably your biggest fan.
Mid-twenties (so, 100 in gig-going years).