"If anyone tells you guitar music is dead, play them The Pacers debut album!"
London's hardest working Garage Psych group The Pacers have finally found time to get in the studio and record their barnstorming debut album "Forget Everything You Know" and it will be unleashed on Dec 7th!
Psych-A-Rella Records and Factory de Joie have teamed up to bring you a night of FREE musical enlightenment at The Macbeth Of Hoxton - Thursday 6th December!
Joining The Pacers on stage will be one of the best garage freakbeat bands around, the crunching The Liquorice Experiment!
AND opening the show - Sitar Service, a magical collaboration consisting of Rodrigo Bourganos & Anthony Antoine Pippo Paine of Flare Voyant and Sameer Khan of Karma Sheen! The trio, revisits and reimagines themes of the late 60s and early 70s Rock Music and blends it with Hindustani classical Ragas, taking the listener to a sensorial journey.
There'll be turntable trouble from Hélène de Joie (Factory De Joie), Les Petits Feet - DJ (Psych-A-Rella Club) and John the Revelator (Have Love Will Travel).
The icing on the cake? The Pacers album will be available to purchase on the night (or by pre-ordering at www.psycharella.com)!!
'From the primal riffing and snotty vocals of opening track I'm Down The Pacers set their stall out early and there's no way you're window shopping now. The primitive stomp of Mirror Man is swiftly followed by the infectious merseybeat on acid of How Will I Know?A&E is another caveman romp intersped with some early 90's jangle pop, side one ends with live smash Part Of That Scene and it's diatribe on the vacuousness of the London Club scene.
The eastern vibe of Losing Touch is the gentle side 2 opener that seagues into the punkabilly strut that is It's All Over, Where I'm Going is an anti ballad and title track Forget Everything You Know is full of chopped chords, feedback and screaming, what's not to like? Highs & Lows owes as much of a debt to mid 90's indie as to the 60's garage punk that peppers the rest of the record. WIred Love has a riff to die for, a thumping kick in the balls of a song, what a way to close an album, it'll leave you hot, sweaty and a bit queasy. Fan-fucking-tastic!'