Hank Robot of course is a pen name for Mr. Kix Kix of Aarhus’s own Powersolo. You can look back 20 years or more over the history of punk rock, donkey rock, garage and whatever else the pundits are going to call it and find Kim somewhere. Kix is like the perennial daffodil that keeps blooming every spring around this time of year, even though you whack it down after dogs piss on it. Love it or hate it – it’s not going away – ever.
Kim has been using the Hank Robot name as a sort of weird solo type thing – you could often see him playing his weird ‘frankencaster’ (a western guitar with a strat surgically implanted) warming up for punk bands or diddling away in some dark room nobody told you about. When it came time to record though – Hank brought in some mercenaries on load from other bands (Fossils and Drön) to meat it out. What came out was quick stab to the guts in the form of an old school punk LP.
Over the 12 songs here – all frantic and desperate – we see just pure blinding energy with touches of perversion, seediness and total manic abandon. During the first tracks – especially “Homba” – you can hear all the influences you think you’d hear on a punk record made by veterans – Dead Kennedys, Descendants, Agent Orange – whatever – definitely a classic west coast USA vibe in it’s choice of touchstones. There are tongue in cheek songs in Danish (“Damen”) straight up garage boogie-woogie (“Switchblade”) and Stooges meets Dead Milkmen (“Where Are You Gonna Go”). Flip the disc over and you get psycho-billy (Suicide Man) songs of massacres (Holy Murder) and more stabs at pre hard-core punk and rockabilly (“Hang On” and “Lightbulb”).
The record sounds great when played loud on an actual stereo (it’s only being released on vinyl physically), it’s recorded like a punk record should be – just a wall of shrill noise and pounding drums (courtesy of Per Silkaer – one of the best drummers I’ve ever heard tbh) Props to Nikolaj Heyman at Stable Sound Studio 2 here for nailing the sound.
This record is not pretentious, it’s not arty, it’s not anything you haven’t heard before, but it’s fucking solid – it’s born and bred locally and it’s going to exist whether you listen or not – so you might as well give it a spin or add it to your collection. I love records that make me want to turn the dial up – piss off the neighbors, drink everything in the house and leave a voice message on my boss’s phone saying “fuck this shit”. It’s that kind of record and I like it. I can’t wait to get my hands on the vinyl and do just that – try and stop me.
Elvis Jello Mojo is out on Moody Monkey records April 1st. Check your local record pusher for copies!
"Over the 12 songs here – all frantic and desperate – we see just pure blinding energy with touches of perversion, seediness and total manic abandon." (4/6)