BUCK is raw energy torn from an untamed granite land. No frills or calculations, no posturing or fads. They crank up the bass, hit hard, and keep the beat. A bass, drums, sometimes a sax, sometimes an organ, but no guitar. Fuck The Guitar Player. Nothing to envy Morphine, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, or MotörHead; they get the job done. After a first Live album dropped like throwing gasoline on a pyre to fuel the debate, BUCK returns with a first studio album, showcasing the extent of their skills. The tempo slows to delve deeper, the voice softens slightly. They traverse, they don't stand still. Nothing is obvious, but everything is simple and true. And raw. "FLAMBÉED BLUES." - LES INROCKS. "Buck distills raw and effective garage blues." - OUEST FRANCE. "Dirty garage rock blues with a nail-eating bear's voice." - Le Cri de l'Ormeau.