Death Wheelers

Death Wheelers

Chaos And The Art Of Motorcycle Madness

Riding Easy

Cursed to ride forever on this mortal plane after partaking in a satanic drug ritual, The Death Wheelers pledge allegiance to the god of hell and fire. However, in order to prove themselves to their newly anointed leader and for the spell to take effect, the band will need to engage in a series of lewd acts of sex and violence across the country. Immortality comes at a price and the listener is about to pay for it… The beating heart of The Death Wheelers is a rumbling engine. Since their self-titled debut in 2015 and in 2020’s cinematic-storytelling breakout, Divine Filth, the Canadian outfit have tapped into wind-through-hair freedom and careened down open roads of groove, not a cop in sight. Their third record, Chaos And The Art of Motorcycle Madness, more than lives up to its name on all fronts. With songs like “Morbid Bails” and “Lucifer’s Bend,” the in-the-know references abound, and The Death Wheelers draw from classic underground metal, scummer heavy rock and cast themselves into a cauldron of cultish biker devil worship, reveling in any and all post-apocalyptic dystopias with genuine glee at having just seen the world eat itself. One might hear some surf guitar. Crazy things can happen.

Death Wheelers

Divine Filth

Riding Easy

From beyond the gutter, The Death Wheelers bring you their second album, the soundtrack to the fictional bikesploitation flick that never was: Divine Filth. Drawing inspiration from instrumental rock, proto-metal, punk and funk, the band embalms the listener in their sonic world of decay, groove and debauchery. Surfing the line between Motörhead, The Cramps and Dick Dale, the Canadian quartet uncompromisingly blends rawness and power in their riff-fueled compositions. Recorded entirely in forty-eight hours in a live setting just like in the good old days, this second opus is a testament to what the band stands for: a no BS attitude spiked with a heavy layer of crass. Just like their previous offering, the album is devised to serve as a soundtrack loosely based on a plot synopsis of a B-movie: “It’s 1982. Spurcity is run-down. The crime rate is up and so is drug use. A new kind of kick has hit the streets and it ain’t pretty. DTA, a powerful and highly addictive hallucinogenic drug, is transforming its loyal citizens into undead trash. Its users experience an indescribable high, but it leaves them rotting away within days, craving human flesh. No one knows who is dealing this new potent drug, but rumor has it that the motorcycle cult, The Death Wheelers, is behind this concoction. Could this be the end of civilization as we know it? What is motivating this group of psychotic individuals?” The cycle of violence indeed continues with this sordid slab of sounds. So hop...

Death Wheelers

I Tread On Your Grave

Riding Easy

***BACK IN STOCK ON PURPLE VINYL!!!  Heavily inspired by the aesthetics and ethos of bikesploitation movies such as The Wild Angels, Werewolves On Wheels and Psychomania, The Death Wheelers seek to glorify this unsung era of movie-making through their sordid sounds. Taking musical cues from rock greats Davie Allan, The Cramps, Motörhead, The Stooges, and Grand Funk Railroad, they make zero compromises when it comes to laying down the groove. Through their bare-bones, stripped down, jammy approach of sleaze ’n’ roll, this instrumental Canadian quartet pushes listeners to their deepest, filthiest carnal / sexual desires. I Tread On Your Grave is more than just an album—it’s a soundtrack to a wild B-movie in the mind, following this truly awesome plot synopsis: Decimated in 1972 by local authorities, all members of The Death Wheelers, a notorious motorcycle club, have been buried at the Surrey cemetery. But the time has come and they have risen for their last ride. They’re back from the grave and they’re hungry for blood! Nothing can stop this gang of living dead from recruiting new members as they travel coast to coast to find the filthiest, nastiest, trashiest individuals to join their ranks. Their goal, assemble a legion of thirteen “discycles” (disciples + cycles) to seek revenge on the pigs that dismantled the club and send them to their graves. The cycle of violence continues...