Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad

The fourth album by Killing Floor
Released 1 May 2012

Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad features the original four piece line-up of Killing Floor - Bill Thorndycraft, Mick Clarke, Bazz Smith and Stuart "Mac" McDonald on twelve brand new original songs.

Piano on "Auntie Peggy's Handbag" by Mick Clarke with love, thanks and apologies to Lou Martin
Barking by Jesus Thorndycraft - Tambourine by courtesy of John Huggins
Mastered by Sean Lynch at Torch Music, Berkshire
Album dedicated to the late Hubert Sumlin - always an inspiration

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Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad is the new album by Killing Floor - only the fourth album in its forty four year career.

When we decided to start work on the album, back in 2008, we had just a few ideas for songs, maybe a riff or a lyric. There was a lot of work to do, and we were all busy with other projects. Killing Floor has two members in England, one in Wales and one in Switzerland, so songwriting sessions took place just occasionally over a long period.

However once the band got together to rehearse, the old Killing Floor energy was reawakened, and the songs came to life. They were recorded very quickly, with a live feel, and we're all very happy with the results.

The album is strongly lyric based with songs about politics, life,death, sex, armageddon.. it's all there. Musically it's mainly based around muscular bluesy riffs with Bazz's powerful drumming and Bill's aggressively barked vocals. We chose one of the song titles "Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad" to be the album title. It's a metaphor for life.. the poet John Keats said "There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music". Killing Floor say:
"It's Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad".


Blues Blast Magazine September 2012

What is more addictive than heroin? It has been said that nicotine can sink its hooks deeper than any other drug. As if to illustrate, the UKs Killing Floor has recorded Toxic Nipple (One Cigarette). Disturbingly honest and brutally existential, the song finds the protagonist on his death bed because of smoking; he wants just one last cigarette before I die one last smoke before I croak. One of the Bluesiest numbers, this mid tempo track haunts with Mick Clarkes shimmering guitar lines above a heart-pounding rhythm while Bill Thorndycraft lays down the convincing vocals. Raspy and seasoned, Thorndycrafts vocals throughout the CD are anything but sweet or maudlin.

Killing Floor was formed in 1968 and was an active part of the British "Blues boom" of the late 1960s, which produced so many great bands. Over the next four years the band built a strong reputation on the club and college scene in the UK, played major festivals in Europe and backed Texas blues legend Freddie King on two British tours. Two albums were produced early on, both of which have been reissued many times and continue to sell worldwide. In 2003 the original band reformed to produce a new album "Zero Tolerance" and play selected concert dates across Europe.

Killing Floor has now released their fourth album "Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad" earlier in 2012. The current lineup has all four original members: Bill Thorndycraft vocals, harp, guitar; Mick Clarke guitar, vocals; Bazz Smith drums; and Stuart Mac McDonald - bass. Blues is in the roots of the songs on this album, but the CD title tells it like it is. Dedicated to the late Hubert Sumlin (although you will find few licks invented by Sumlin), the album features twelve original songs. Overall, there is cocksure, damn-straight pose, a little crash and thrash, some sly humor, but mainly gut-felt rawness. This four-some knows that at their ages, there is no time left to be pussy-footing around (and I can relate to that)! Again, read the title.

The opening track, Rack My Brain, challenges the honesty of politicians everywhere with its charging guitar and catchy rhythm. Thorndycraft blows hair-raising harmonica for a rage against xenophobes in another Bluesy number, Xenophobic Blues. Headed for some radio airplay is the dance inducing instrumental Auntie Peggys Handbag featuring Mick Clarke on piano.

The boys must have listened seriously to The Clash and The Ramones as one can hear up-tempo, hard hitting thrash influences in a couple of numbers: the title track, Rock n Roll Gone Mad, and Dissatisfied the latter a clever list of the narrators annoyances.

Lets be honest, when it comes to Blues and its subsequent Blues-Rock, the Brits ironically got it well ahead of most Americans. Not only did Killing Floor get it, they have still got it! If what you want to get is some Brit grit, this is it!

Reviewer James "Skyy Dobro" Walker is a noted Blues writer, DJ, Master of Ceremonies, and Blues Blast contributor. His weekly radio show "Friends of the Blues" can be heard Saturdays 8 pm - Midnight on WKCC 91.1 FM and at in Kankakee, IL.

Let It Rock website by Dmitry Epstein

Getting better by the year: blues veterans' bid for timelessness and immortality.

Their two albums, out in 1969 and 1970, cherished as minor classics now, only a few fans could believe KILLING FLOOR's short span would relapse in 2003 and even fewer might hope "Zero Tolerance" could be followed up. Yet here it is, a new missive from the original band - minus pianist Lou Martin - who sound even fiercier than ever before: quite fitting for our harsh times where Bill Thorndycraft's raw, parchment-dry voice is a powerful force. The quartet tackle the world's injustices in the organ-oiled "Same Booze Different Bottle" and even sharper in the insistent beat of "Xenophobic Blues", so there's a palpable sense of a life lived and tradition sunk in.

The musical weather changes in the arresting instrumental "Auntie Peggy's Handbag", adorned with Clarke's honky-tonk Joanna, and in the country blues of "Afghan Coat" but not for nothing this dozen of songs is dedicated to the recently deceased Hubert Sumlin. The Big Bad Wolf shadow lurks in the old-timey acoustic "Cold Water" and the harmonica-sliced "Trouble In My Life". Still, for all the anger of "Rack My Brain" with Mick Clarke's hammering guitar deployed to ram the message home, "One Cigarette (Toxic Nipple)" adds twangy playfulness to the feel of mortality. The reckless factor grows in stature in the swaying groove of the title track which sees the rhythm section at their most unhinged, punky style, reflecting the crazy change in the psycho climate, but Stuart McDonald's bass and Bazz Smith's drums interlock the firmest in "Cardiac Arrest". It's a good sign when madness is an excuse to go rockin' and deliver another minor classic. ****1/2

Blues Revue

Second Chance Pays Off

I have to admit, upon first listen I thought Rock n Roll Gone Mad.. was just "OK." With each subsequent listen, I grew a little fonder of this album. Killing Floor, a British band, was formed in 1968, and retains all four original members, Bill Thorndycraft, Mick Clarke, Bazz Smith, and Stuart "Mac" McDonald. Raspy and undeniably unique, Thorndycrafts vocal style bestows a bit of attitude to everything he sings, not unlike Tom Waits, Joe Strummer, and Lemmy Kilmister. Dedicated to the late Hubert Sumlin, the album is composed of twelve original songs. It takes big doses of hard rock and blues, tosses in a few sprigs of late seventies punk, and exudes raw, unbridled madness.

Blues runs its course through this album, albeit with a little more "in your face" attitude. The topics all reflect angst of some sort. The opening track, "Rack My Brain," questions the honesty of politicians with its simple, yet infectious rhythm. "Toxic Nipple (One Cigarette)" is quite interesting and a little on the dark side. Its a daunting song about a man on his death bed because of smoking, who just wants one more cigarette before he dies. Its bluesy like Robert Cray, but with traces of Nick Cave. Another strong blues selection is "Xenophobic Blues." Thorndycraft breaks out his harmonica for this anthem against xenophobes, to add a bit more authenticity. The instrumental "Auntie Peggys Handbag" is also a nice treat featuring Mick Clarke on piano. When I hear a band cut loose on a track like this one, it gets my leg a bopping and puts a big ol smile on my face.

Its hard to overlook the late-seventies punk influence on cuts like title track, "Rock n Roll Gone Mad," and "Dissatisfied." The former, a quick-paced and hard-driving song, points out the common feelings we share that make us human. The latter is written in classic punk prose as a "Top 30 list" of things Thorndycraft is dissatisfied with. I love the hodgepodge of classic rock elements rattling around "I Tell You What Happened," which starts out with this cool, funky little intro and melts into a Kinks-like ditty unloading details of a life of debauchery, drinking, drugs, and depression. The riffs threaded through this one are a bit reminiscent of those on "The Real Me" by Pete Townsend.

As I said earlier, I have grown fonder of this album after a few more listens. Music is weird that way. Im glad I gave this album a second chance.

Phillip Smith is a contributing writer at BluesWax

Ik ken geen andere groepen die straks 45 jaar na hun oprichting nog steeds spelen in dezelfde bezetting als bij hun opstart en in al die jaren pas aan hun vierde release toe zijn! Laat dat nu het geval zijn met Killing Floor, indertijd nog actief tijdens de Britse gouden jaren van de Blues, eind jaren zestig, u weet wel de periode waaruit ook bands voortsproten als Free en Led Zeppelin. Wel dit viertal ondersteunde in die tijd nog legendes als Freddie King op diens Britse tournees. Trouwens, hun eerste twee albums dateren al van respectievelijk 1969 en 1970 en blijven nog steeds gegeerd onder de bluesliefhebbers, getuige de heruitgaven en de verkoopcijfers.

Hun nieuwste album Rock n Roll Gone Mad waar we volledigheidshalve moeten aan toevoegen dat pianist Lou Martin niet meer van de partij is, hij overleed in augustus dit jaar, getuigt nog steeds van zeg maar frisse aanpak. Alle nummers werden geschreven door Mick Clarke en Bill Thorndycraft, die beiden de vocals en gitaar voor hun rekening nemen. Laatstgenoemde zorgt trouwens ook voor de summiere harmonicabijdrages. De uitstekende ritmesectie met Bazz Smith op de drums en Stuart Mac McDonald vervolledigen het plaatje. En ja, blues is nog steeds de basis van hun nummers maar evenzo nopen zij tot wat punkinvloeden in hun muziek. Je moet haast doof zijn om her en der niet The Ramones te ontwaren bijvoorbeeld.

Luister maar eens naar het titelnummer, het zou me niet verbazen dat ze knipoog naar die band wel gewild in de titel hebben gezet. Dezelfde rauwe directheid en wat onderhuidse humor. Zelf dragen zij het album op aan Hubert Sumlin en ook deze meester passeert de revue in een paar licks. Sociaal gengageerd in de teksten. Het heerlijke Xenophobic Blues bijvoorbeeld waar de bluesharp wel de woede tegen dat soort mensen schijnt te willen illustreren. Radiovriendelijker is het instrumentale Auntie Peggys Handbag dan weer te noemen. De gesmaakte honky-tonk piano bijdrage van gastmuzikant Mick Clarke zorgt er haast op zijn eentje voor. De geest van Sumlin waart rond in het sublieme, akoestische Cold Water maar hun woede en ergernis over de hedendaagse politici krijgt toch de boventoon. Rack My Brain , de aftrapper, is wat dat betreft illustrerend met dat aanstekelijke, rammende, gepaste ritme.

Is dit nog blues kan men zich na afloop afvragen. Ach het is eerder een mengeling van het genre met Rock en Punk. Doe de moeite om het album een paar maal te beluisteren voor je een eerste indruk maakt want het groeit en boeit bij iedere luisterbeurt. De heren zijn nog niet aan hun pensioen toe, zoveel is duidelijk.

Luc Meert

Rack My Brain

I've been racking my brain for so many years now
I've been racking my brain for so many years now
wondering who can I trust - who's looking out for me now

Cos it feels like I'm always walking in the rain
Cos it feels like I'm always walking in the rain
Well I've seen it all before and thought I won't get screwed again

Tell me Mister Politician - can you ever tell the truth?
Tell me Mister Politician - can you ever tell the truth?
Do I have to keep on dreaming - never put my trust in you..

Trouble In My Life

I don't need no trouble in my life
I don't need no trouble in my life
Well I've come to this conclusion - it's my final resolution
I don't need no trouble in my life

I don't need no trouble in my home
I don't need no trouble in my home
You had better hear me sister - You had better listen brother
I don't need no trouble in my home
I've tried avoiding the blues
And I respected your views
Well the fact is you're mistaken
I ain't no aggravation
And I don't need no trouble in my life

I don't need no trouble in my home
I don't need no trouble in my home
Cos I've come to this conclusion - it's a minor revolution
I don't need no trouble in my home

One Cigarette (Toxic Nipple)

I have smoked all of my life
But this weed - it got too much for me
So I tried to save my life
As I face my own mortality

Now the time comes for me to go
The final hours go passing by
One last pleasure for the road
Give me one last cigarette before I die

One Cigarette
One Cigarette
Give me one last cigarette before I die
Before I die

One last smoke before I go
Breathe it deep - pain in my throat
One last pleasure for the road
So I can rest safely down below
One Cigarette
One Cigarette
Give me one last cigarette before I die
I may be heading down below
But give me one last worldly pleasure before I go
Before I go

Xenophobic Blues

What's that you're saying? Don't understand a word you say
Why don't you go back home - Why don't you just go away
Let the pigeons eat the pastry - just go away - leave me alone

Yeah my neighbour is a bigot - the man is sexist too
Yeah my neighbour is a bigot - the man is sexist too
Such a sad individual - in his Xenophobic Blues

My father was a bruiser - but he did nobody wrong
And my mother was a loser - hid away all day long
Guess it don't matter - let the pigeons sing the song
sing the song
sing the song

What's that you're saying? Don't understand a word you say
No-one ever loved him - Xenophobic Blues
Xenophobic Blues
Xenophobic Blues

Afghan Coat

He's got a new hi-fi he's got a new wife
She talks like a parrot with little insight
Her mother's from Mitcham old but fair
Never went to Woodstock with flowers in her hair
Well she might have bought that Afghan Coat
Listened to the hippie radio
Janis Joplin and Arthur Lee
Days when love was free

Well it's one for the money and two for the show
Give me a reason why I shouldn't go
To see the disciples who can mystify me
With magic and the promise of eternity
Everybody loves a boogie man
Everybody I know's a movie fan
Everyone wants a brand new car
Everybody hates the movie star

Well don't greet me in the morning don't wish me goodbye
Don't hold no grudge don't let yourself cry
Keep a clear head - keep a clear mind
Don't say hello when you mean goodbye
Well I feel my river's run dry
I can't see the reason why
It's over the hill beyond the sky
Losing the focus to simplify
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Afghan Coat

Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad

Every man I know's so angry - Every woman I know feels abused
Every man I know has cheated - Every woman I know has the blues

Every woman I know says she's happy - But I know she feels misused
Every man I know wants his freedom - And every woman I know hates to lose

Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad

Every man I know wants a lover - Every woman I know wants a child
Every man I know wants his mother - and every woman I know wants a life
Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad
All we've got to say
Yeah it may be good or bad
but it's Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad

Every man I know's so angry - Every woman I know feels abused
Every man I know has cheated - Every woman I know has the blues
Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad
All we've got to say
It may be good or bad
but it's Rock'n'Roll Gone Mad

Cardiac Arrest

Pain in my head - Pain in my chest
Down on my knees - Too much cheese
Cholesterol's high - So am I
fat man in a hurry - Too much worry - Cocaine blues - Beer-belly blues and the rest
All the rest
Yeah the rest
Mmm the rest
Cardiac Arrest
Cardiac Arrest

Call on the Doctor - See what he will say
Pop another pill and hope the pain will go away
Get down on my knees and pray this won't be my final day
Too much pork - Never ever walk - Driving in the car - Drinking at the bar and the rest
And the rest
All the rest
Mmm - Cardiac Arrest
Cardiac Arrest

Trepidation - Palpitations
Cerebral vascular accident - blame it on the Government
The Credit Crunch - and the business lunch
Too much pork - Never ever walk - Driving in the car - Drinking at the bar and the rest
And the rest
All the rest
Yeah the rest
Cardiac Arrest


I'm Dissatisfied - With my job
I'm Dissatisfied - With your God
I'm Dissatisfied - With my life
I'm Dissatisfied - With your wife
I'm Dissatisfied - With the way you look
I'm Dissatisfied - Yeah with the way you cook
I'm Dissatisfied - With that X-Factor
I'm Dissatisfied - With your Chelsea Tractor
I'm Dissatisfied - With life's nonsense and your verbal...

I'm Dissatisfied - With the Government
I'm Dissatisfied - With their arrogance
I'm Dissatisfied - With all the politicians
I'm Dissatisfied - With their superstitions
I'm Dissatisfied - With the way they walk
I'm Dissatisfied - With all their empty talk
I'm Dissatisfied - With your mobile
I'm Dissatisfied - With that hairstyle

I'm Dissatisfied - With the Premier League
I'm Dissatisfied - Yeah with all that greed
I'm Dissatisfied - With your deceit
I'm Dissatisfied - Watching you eat meat
I'm Dissatisfied - With your health
I'm Dissatisfied - Yeah with your wealth
I'm Dissatisfied - With the car
I'm Dissatisfied - Drinking at the bar
I'm Dissatisfied - With your management and gross...

I'm Dissatisfied - Yeah with the War
I'm Dissatisfied - Yeah with the Law
I'm Dissatisfied - All night long
I'm Dissatisfied - With all these wrongs
Oh yeah
Uh Huh..
Oh Hoh..

Cold Water

Cold Water Cold Water - Bring me cold water for my head
Cold Water Cold Water - Bring me cold water for my head
I got a troubled mind - She won't believe a word I said

She say where you bin last night - walking downtown - she don't like them friends of mine - hanging round
Cold Water - Bring me cold water for my head
I got a troubled mind - She won't believe a word I said

Well I took a drink last night - I was down about something that she said
Lying there this morning - worrying all in my head
Show me some mercy - Bring me cold water for my head

Tell You What Happened

Well I Tell you what happened to me - Tell you what happened to me
I caused trouble, I caused pain - All my fault no-one else to blame
I wasted my whole life - Wasted my time
Threw away a good life - yeah with trouble and crime
Slave to the cocaine - and a slave to the dope
Ended up in trouble in a world of pain and ended up with no hope - and
I'll tell I Tell you what happened to me - I'll tell I Tell you what happened to me
Smoked and drank 'til it made me ill - Rolling joints and popping pills
Well I didn't give a damn - How I spent my days
Narcissistic selfish haze - Was a slave to the drugs and no-one to love
Yeah walking around with my head in a fug

Well living in a dark place - I never saw the light
I never got the message - About wrong and right
Yeah losing all my good friends - And hanging out with fools
Now I'm looking for a way to re-write the rules

Same Booze Different Bottle

Turned on the TV News today - Same Booze in a Different Bottle
There's more trouble on the way - get yourself prepared
Bad news coming from the west - Same Booze in a Different Bottle
Wall Street shuffle, such a mess - it gets you where it hurts
It's the same..
Just the same..
Well it's a mean old world and I've said it before
When you're trying to make a living on the killing floor
It's the same show playing over again
I'm sick and I'm tired of the losing game
Same old politics with another name
the Same Booze but a Different Bottle
Different bullshit, just the same - seen it all before

Orwell saw it coming, he raised the alarm
He saw the whole thing happening down on the farm
Trouble's on the way, get yourself prepared
No point crying or running scared
It's the Same Booze, Different Bottle - the Same Booze but a Different Bottle
Nothing new they can offer you
You heard it all before
So give me a whisky, give me a shotgun too
Give me a reason to get along with you
Give me a line of coke, give me a bottle of wine
Leave me alone, and I'll be fine
It's the Same Booze
Yeah the Same Booze
The Same Booze
It's the Same Booze

All songs and lyrics by Mick Clarke and Bill Thorndycraft - Copyright 2012

Released by Rockfold Records England - International distribution by BGO Records Digital distribution by iTunes, eMusic, Amazon mp3, Spotify
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