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From Exeter’s very own tight-knit and fertile punk scene, The Computers return in May with ‘This Is The Computers’, their debut full-length album for One Little Indian Records. Recorded in four short days in the Californian home of John ‘Speedo’ Reis, more of whom in a minute, it was recorded live, to tape.
That means no overdubs. No computers were involved (irony). There were no tweaks, corrections or auto-tuning – this is the real deal, baby. Warts and all, as Lemmy would say.
From the opening 121 seconds of clatter of ‘Where Do I Fit In?’ through the beautiful thrusting discordance of ‘Hot Damoclese’ to the hellacious 12-bar strut of ‘The Queen In 3D’, it is apparent that this is a debut that leaves you no room to catch your breath. It is punk that dares to have a swing in its step; hardcore that knows all the Northern Soul moves. There is no ambiguity or airs of pretension here. The Computers play sartorially snappy supersonic rhythm and blues with larynx-shredding vocals.
A major breakthrough came when the band were taken under the wing of the aforementioned John ‘Speedo’ Reis, of Rocket From The Crypt / Hot Snakes / Sultans / The Night Marchers / Swami Records fame. In spring 2010 the quartet relocated to Speedo’s house in Rancho Santa Fe, just outside of San Diego to record This Is The Computers in four days. Four days! On occasion Speedo would put down his beloved cigars to douse the album with his own six-string magical contributions. Being one of the hippest men in America, Speedo then tipped One Little Indian off to The Computers, who promptly signed the band (they thought came from California rather than Devon).
The Computers have just completed UK tours with Alexisonfire (who also took them to Europe), The Duke Spirit and Gay for Johnny Depp, pairings that put the fear into anyone who values a) their hearing and b) a sense of order and decency. They won’t be hard to miss with their matching stage-wear, tattoos and general air of a band that can hold it’s own in any sweat-drenched dive or to a festival stage the world over.
“A punk rock n’roll riot with the gut punching barrages of the Circle Jerks and the satirical
elegance of a society of scholarly gents.” NME
“50’s-fuelled riffery and scream along gang vocals with an intensity that would make Chuck
Berry roll in his grave.” Rock Sound
“A snotty attitude and great, gritty tunes.” Kerrang!