Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is always something there to remind the listener of the depth and quality of the music that comes out of Liverpool’s vast music empire.

It seems since time first registered the individuality of the region, the city by the Mersey, music has been the driving force of its culture, of its people, and despite the significance of the area, as with much of the country, losing various venues due to the social policies enacted by one political colour or another, what will always thrive is the beast within, the need for the expression to be shown and keenly felt.

The emotional pull of music, of art, sees The Rondays rip apart the text books and immerse themselves fully into the burgeoning scene, more anger than sentiment, more fiercely prominent than the expected easing in as most debit recordings are apt to prescribe; what comes forth in this self-titled, competitive, Punk attitude and humoured with creativity, is a love for the art itself, the passion of the expression, and the anger of the voice and the instrument combining so that the result is a tension filled, almost explosive, driving force that will catch the attention of the listener and damn the naysayers with a tooth filled grin.

Across tracks such as We Don’t Talk Anymore, Dandy As The World Came, the excellent Judy Madness (Life By Exile), Rudy Wept, and Lamb, The Rondays fulfil a dream, not just for them, but for the multitude who search often in vain for their next audio fixation.

A superbly delivered, almost agnostic angel like recording, a being who looked upon creation and decided it could be more in its own image, for that is exactly what the band have succeeded in doing, they hold the emotion of mercy as a standard, but they refuse to let you off easy; for as each track enters the conscious, so to does the belief that what remains is the listener’s thrill, unrelenting buzz still hanging in the air…and it tastes divine.

Ian D. Hall