Dublin Gone. Everybody Dead

What’s got 20 legs and no vocals? You got it! Roll up, roll up for Dublin’s favourite instrumental apocalypse. The Jimmy Cake rapidly follow up their 2001 debut Brains with the awesome scorching thunder of Dublin Gone. Everybody Dead. – a real humdinger of a noisefest which firmly refutes charges of noodling self-indulgence and stays well wide of any meandering musical cul de sacs, apart from the very best kind.

‘The Opposite of Addiction’ will already be familiar to Road Relish Single Club collectors, setting out this album’s stall in a wonderful just-out-of-bed fashion before cruising to a series of raucous crescendos in the space of its eight minute duration.

‘Quartz Cat Waltz’ is all deceptively smooth finger plucking, giving way to possibly the album’s centrepiece and best track, ‘Death Fall Priest’ – an explosive power-riffed monster evocative of ‘You Made me Realise’ by My Bloody Valentine or some of Rollerskate Skinny’s noisier moments. In time, I wouldn’t be surprised if The Jimmys join such illustrious company as distinguished musical landmarks in Dublin’s underworld.

‘The Width and the Black’ is all dirty funk with bubbling Birthday Party bass lines, brass blasts and gouging guitars. Initially, the extravagantly named ‘Wir Schlafeb Auf Dem Boden’ pales slightly in comparison, but repeated listens reveal yet another captivating sonic canvas. Towards the end, the more jarring high velocity and maximum volume subside into a more controlled and complex soundscape, peaking on the closing grace of ‘Limestone Tiger’, as wonderful an opus as they’ve fashioned yet.

Dublin Gone. Everybody Dead. will bring a stoned tiger grin to your face, even if you’re not a sniggering langer thinking of blowing up O’Connell Street.