Introducing: Dogfeet

Take someone who is seemingly mostly consumed by mainstream music and only that. Even though post-punk/deathly/experimental/noise would most likely freak the shit out of that person, who feels connected to the life-changing musical content of Kanye West's creations,I am convinced, given the right portal to accessing that depth of dark emotion we all have somewhere within us; connecting to our roots as animals of the earth - one could suddenly become totally engrossed in Dogfeet’s powerful and beautifully haunting music. That is to say, maybe even though not immediately accessible for all- the ones who do find that portal, will realise this band are a bit of something rather special, in all their dark, mad beauty.

Over the last three years, London’s Dogfeet have been gathering their sound and fine tuning it to perfection involving a plethora of instruments; assorted pieces of metal, distorted programmed drums, banjo, accordian, cello, boiling kettles, the pattering of dog’s feet and howling blood-curdling vocals.

After the tragic and sudden death of vocalist and founding member Jimmy Cripps, the band decided to continue on with what they had started. Working towards the completion of their debut double record ‘Debris/Detritus’, it was finally released as a team together with Goodbye Weirdo Records on October 3rd 2015.

Like the tribal chant of warriors, chunky sounding rhythmic drums are the prominent feature in most of Dogfeet’s tracks. The lyrical content that new singer Rob Banham now sings, is rich and thought-provoking as well as downright morbid. Comparisons to Joy Division’s Ian Curtis in his style of gritty and sometimes disturbed howls and cries, are something that certainly hits the listener when you hear this bands music. Each word is sung with complete raw passion and visceral emotion with echoing mechanical metal cracks and driving basslines running alongside throughout.

It's undeniable how much raw emotion runs in the veins of all things Dogfeet. At times when listening to Debris/Detritus you feel as though you've temporarily entered into the scene of an old horror movie. As if within the TV, your eyes follow a car driving along the moonlit road towards the house of horrors. The walls are closing in on you and your head feels close to combustion. It's a fucking sweet release though this music - even though truly spooky, eerie and deathly; the dark cloud that hangs in the bows is often lifted in moments of utter freedom and expression. Dogfeet hold their hands out to you to join their clan and you seek solice in the gritty vortex of human emotion they offer you in abundance.

Having shared stages with fellow musical peers of post-punk such as Iceage (at the ATP showcase Village Underground show in 2015), Blurt, Arrows Of Love, Bo Ningen, Mike Watt(Minutemen), Factory Floor and Artery, Dogfeet have developed a fantastic emerging name for themselves even though still in the underground scene. Their image and sound is like no other and it's real bloody intriguing.

I personally can't wait to see what this band do from this point onwards, 'cause their debut to the world is dastardly raw and perfect in its imperfections.

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