Triggerfinger All this dancin' around 2011

01. All this dancin' around 02. Let it ride 03. Love lost in love 04. I'm coming for you 05. All night long 06. Feed me 07. Cherry 08. My baby's got a gun 09. Without a sound 10. Tuxedo 11. It hasn't gone away

As soon as we start chattering about the teaching of the language of Shakespeare, there is always this little sentence that sounds in our memory like an echo “My tailor is rich”. Actually, I don’t know if in Antwerp a tailor is rolling in it. But, you can observe that Triggerfinger’s musicians are dressed up to the nines on their third opus picture. Look at this well-cut suit, it fits you, touch this outstanding quality, Super 100’s from London. Stop right now otherwise you might believe I was born in the Sentier [1] ! Nevertheless, I dare to award a higher distinction to Mario Gossens. What class! Honestly, you must be an irresponsible fool to challenge the best gunners of the Kingdom of Belgium without government to a sunny duel. Heat up!

Listening to All this dancin’ around, lights you up like a gasoline puddle spilt on the heated pavement. After the blast, you feel the nice and sexual heat with a whiff of sulphur so fuckin’ great ! A bimbo who is whispering a sweet “Encore?” in your ear. Oh “Cherry”, you know how to deal with men!

Recorded at the mythical Sound City Studio in L.A., the eleven titles of the successor of What grabs ya? burns our skin. Oozing from this album is a solar energy from the far west, a dream over the Atlantic Ocean. The power of Iron and Steel Rock with stoner’s uppercuts bewitched What grabs ya? as the songs “On my knees”, “Camaro” or “First taste”. For this new album, the Antwerp trio like Thésée, venture in the deep and torment the bowels of primitive Blues. Magnetised by an initiatory voodoo celebration, it touched the womb. This new opus is the most poignant evidence. Ruben Block is bearing out the incredible extensive of his voice. On “I’m coming for you” the glittering guitarist turns in to a wolf howling his love to the stars, while he takes from his guts the energy of “Feed me”. On “All night long” we are invited to an inner ballade that can run all night long. If Eve had listened to Triggerfinger instead of that stupid snake, she would have invited Adam to greater pleasures. For an apple, they were fired from paradise. With “Cherry” Adam would have taken delight in the pulp of a fresh fruit whose sweet juice excites the senses. Crazy woman! As Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez rightly says “When you have to shoot. Shoot. Don’t talk”. But does this prohibit us from telling gunner stories? We reach the album’s climax with a song that represents the feminine version of “Hey Joe”. The roles are reversed, now “My baby’s got a gun”. A beautiful, tense and suffocating Blues.

The gun princes draw before our stupefied stares a telluric, powerful All this dancin’ around with hypnotic and crushing riffs who carry us away in a apoplectic maelstrom. We have been shot!