Demon’s Claws

Demon’s Claws

Defrosting Of

In The Red

LP VERSION INCLUDES FREE DOWNLOAD COUPON!!!   For any fan of real rock 'n' roll, it would be a goddamn shame to sleep on the raucous and inebriating revelry of Montreal's most delirious band, The Demon's Claws. These guys have been pounding out crazed rock slop since 2004, in which time they've toured endlessly and released two full-length albums and countless singles and 12-inches. Now the band has finally followed up their stunning 2007 album, Satan's Little Pet Pig, with The Defrosting Of... For legal reasons, the title has to be incomplete. We can only say that it's a reference to a very big name in the world of animation, long rumored to be cryogenically frozen. The Demon's Claws play roots-soaked music so ramshackle and loose that it sounds as if it could fall apart at any second, yet hangs together perfectly. Part Gun Club, part Back from the Grave, part lo-fi distorted crunch, part young Mick Jagger with a mouth full of pills, all delivered with a weird, backwoods creepiness. Stepping up his countrified roots on this outing, frontman Jeff Clarke displays a gift for writing incredibly catchy hillbilly stomp unrivaled today. The guy is the real deal. Self-described "liars and scumbags" and sweaty and belligerent by nature, Demon's Claws are one of the most dynamic combos to take the filthy route directly to your brain. The Defrosting Of... solidifies their earnest ambition to stomp their Americana-tinged blues-punk death trip into submission. "Their music reminds me of when I...

Demon’s Claws

Satan’s Little Pet Pig

In The Red

Hailing from Montreal, The Demon's Claws emerged from a healthy rock'n'roll scene that also gave the world the King Khan & BBQ Show, Les Sexareenos, The Sunday Sinners and a multitude of other like minded roots rock deconstructionists.   The group was brought to the attention of In The Red by The Black Lips, who proclaimed, "The Demon's Claws are the best band we've seen on tour in the last year," an opinion to be taken very seriously as The Black Lips are on tour about 300 days a year and know their rock'n'roll better than most. The Canadians were signed immediately followingtheir first ever LA show. Part Gun Club, part Back From The Grave, part lo-fi distorted crunch, part young Mick Jagger with a mouth full of pills, they play with an "aw, fuggit" swagger, falling all over the beat then pulling it together before anyone gets hurt. Like flooring a V8 down a back road, they let the gravel fly but somehow always avoid the ditch. Inside this shiny gem you'll find glimpses of deserts and rattlesnakes, bits of blood and guts, some love and jerkin' off and even a couple of honest-to-god country songs.