The inbred, oversexed, white trash bastard sons of Iggy P, Johnny T, Uncle Hank, Lemmy & Handsome Dick.
An awesome, glorious mess of Rampantly sexual, Souped up, Lubed up, Fucked up, Low Rent, Hot Assed Anthemic Rock 'n' Roll. A sweet 'n' sweaty sonic tonic to accompany your recreational drinkin, druggin and fuckin'.
Wasn’t ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’ originally a term for fucking anyway? Wasn’t it fun? Provocative? Sexualised? Weren’t parents meant to say ‘Turn that noise down’? Yeah, they were…So get down, get dirty and hail The Breakneck Babylon Babies, The spleen exploding Sermonisers of the Sacred Sexualsonic Psalms, the Crazed messiahs of deep-fried bone rattling rock 'n' roll! The Righteous King Rockers of in your face Rock ‘n’ roll Bukkake.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Hot girls and pretty boys…
the biggest Dicks in Rock 'n' Roll...
The Sonic Reproducers....The Hip Priests.
Press/Reviews
Online interviews here on Lowcut
, Sleazegrinder and Peacedogman
Tight ‘N’ Exciting....not a more appropriate name they could’ve picked, because this album is exactly like your teenage sister’s pussy, man. The Hip Priests have one track minds and are not about to make any apologies for it – they’re here to rock and fuck, and not necessarily in that order, in two and a half minute spurts, leaving you dizzy and slightly confused, but extremely satisfied. I’m pretty sure this is what Iggy had in mind when he defined rock n’ roll, and what Zodiac Mindwarp had in mind when he defined sex with your teenage sister
Jeff Warren/Subculture Hero Sleazegrinder
Wow! This smacks you in the face as soon as it erupts out of the speakers! The album title is right on the money. Red hot blistering and wild! This fucking ROCKS! Moves along at a sweat inducing pace and just keeps burning up the stereo! Super strong melodies, fuzzed out Real Rocking Roll guitar blasts, a powerful and fat backbeat, throbbing bass, and more all crammed into this hot rod. Makes you feel like smashing stuff just for the hell of it! Man, if this band doesn’t wake you up, you are dead my friend
Sal Canzonieri (Electric Frankenstein) Amp Magazine USA
Debut full length from a bunch of denim–clad degenerates from Nottingham who love cheap sex more than Slayer loves Satan. This should be screamingly obvious once you hear remarkably suggestive ditties like Superwhore and Demon Hooker thrashed out in a greaseball fury of double speed balls-out garage rock. Most definitely not for pussies.
Classic Rock - UK
Arguably, it could be said that The Hip Priests are simply 5 old, greasy blokes who set up a band, purely on the basis of getting their sticky fat fingers into young girls (and boys) pants. Clearly, it’s worked. Tight ‘n Exciting couldn’t be a better title….it’s all about working up a quick sweat, bit of spittle, in and out and then they’re off before you can even ask ‘how much do I owe you?’ It’s sheer filth….I fucking love it
Wrench Magazine - UK
It shows some damn nerve to give yr album a title like that, but they live up to their own publicity….tighter than a skinny virgin’s pussy and have that rare quality of excitement. They aint re-writing the rulebook, they just do it with a great sense of panache…. this record sounds fucking hot! You can just about hear the tongue in cheek, just enough so they don’t come across as humourless dicks, but not so far that they end up with that condescending sense of artiness. You can tell that these guys abso-fucking-lutely love playing in this band, and why wouldn’t they? The Hip Priests won’t necessarily change your world, but they will make your corner of it a much more happening place to be. Find yrself a tattooed babe like cover girl Lady Frankenstein, lay in some vodka, meth, hydro and a bag of toys from yr local adult supermarket, crank up ‘Tight n Exciting’ and do what comes most unnaturally!
I94 Bar – Australia
Turbonegro in a head-on collision with the Dwarves while Lemmy & Iggy sit watching the carnage over a crate of beer...garage rock at its finest.
Leave all your inhibitions at the door, with the wealth of family friendly track titles...Tight ‘N’ Exciting isn’t just a title for the hell of it, they truly are. This is end to end frenetic guitars, rumbling bass lines and leaves you wanting to jive like a nutter. Filth. Pure, absolute, trashtastic filth. Love it!
www.purerawk.co.uk
The sorta punk rock ‘n’ roll that leaves you feeling dirty after listening. Riffs inspired by Nashville Pussy, Zeke and Turbonegro, lyrics by top shelf magazines. Easily offended, get outta here. Like loud Guitars, drinking heavily and the smell of stale hookers and gasoline in the morning? Welcome to the church of the Hip Priests. Worshipping at the altars of over sexed dirty denim wearers, Nottingham’s Priests stoke a roaring blaze of howling geetars, raging testosterone and breakneck rhythms through teasers ‘Teenage Friction’ and ‘Juiced up ‘n’ Loose’ to the sweaty, hollerin’ double climax of battle cry ‘Young Savage’ and the awesomely title ‘Ass on fire’. Get a load of this in yer lugholes and you aint gonna talk right for a week, not without letting rip a torrent of trailer park tourettes anyhow.
Bubblegum Slut magazine - UK
Riding straight out of a remote Nottingham garage are UK rebel wankers The Hip Priests….high-octane, cranked-up-to-eleven, penetrating rock ‘n ‘roll with all the gusto of sweaty teenage copulation…ferocious on a ten scale…wailing guitars, pounding bass and drums that rattle the rafters – all brought to you at a million miles an hour. The sound quality is dirty, screechy and recorded so loud that the distortion breaks windows but what’s a little broken glass lying around. Gary X Ray has a throat that screams more than sings keeping it all the more punk as Fast Jimmy HP peels off Stooges riffs and beats you to death with ‘em. Smash and grab partners Lee Love on bass and Skintight Tim on drums don’t much care about anything except being heard. They bang, smash and destroy their way through “Teenage Friction†and “Young Savage†while still learning the difference between 4/4 time and a 16-count signature. Their attitude is who cares? As long as they’re pounding away at full volume - it’s all good. Like all good trash-punk rock the songs stick after the first run and you’ll find yourself singing them at the most inopportune moments. That can be a problem when “I Love to F*ck†uncontrollably slips out.
www.thecutting-edge.net
Grow a moustache, comb your hair and get a tattoo. The hip priests take you to hot girls, filthy hookers and drunken nights…Premium sleazy R ‘n’ R as it was meant to be…Lots of sex and drugs…. high energy drums, rolling bass and distorted guitars. Combined with screaming voice and lots of backing vocals. Dirty is not often this good. People who like Turbonegro & Motörhead will sure like this band. I wanna see this live! For now, turn on the album, open bottles of beer and party!! Fuck yeah!!
Up magazine - Netherlands
Fast, rough and crude garage rock 'n' roll. Easy sex, alcohol and drugs. Influences from The Stooges to Motörhead, passing by The Hellacopters and Turbonegro. Provocative, noisy, primitive, "Tight 'n' exciting smashes your face mercilessly. Punk attitude with Rock Guitars. Three basic chords creating twelve lashes of fury. You need something else?
RockaRolla – Spain
These filth mongers from Nottingham...excel in sleaze punk'n'roll with the sophisticated tactfulness of GG Allin and Lemmy. Horny as hell, these fuckers take no prisoners in their quest for kicks, and thankfully the songs can more than backup the wreckless attitudes. Imagine Turbonegro and Dwarves with equal amonts of Detroit r'n'r and Zodiac Mindwarp glam, then buttfuck it with some '77 punk, and you're sorta there. Massive! Highly recommended!
Lowcut magazine - Denmark
Raw attitude, dirty-garage tunes, and punka-style all with the tongue-n-cheek. Delivering up the three passions... drinkin’, fuckin’ and rockin’. Crammed with debaucherized fury, skin-tight adolescents may be reported missing as parents issue an Amber Alert after listening to this heavy-petted 12-song CD. Perfectly oversexed, automated hot hooks are nestled in explicably infectious choruses tailored for hip-shakin’ and knicker-removing.. riffs to encourage grabbing of your neighboring girlfriend’s ass. This is a band I would love to experience live—because fun can never be wrong
Jillian Abbene - Sugarbuzz magazine - USA
Crotch-rock in its purest form. Rowdy, dirty and with titles like "Ass
on fire" and "Cream ma jeans". Music made by ugly Englishmen who like
beer, porn and rock'n'roll and live in a world where Turbonegro called it
quits after "Ass Cobra"
Close-up Magazine - Sweden
Speedy rock breathing sex and drugs…Sounds like The Hellacopters in the practise room or Turbonegro on a tight budget. Mighty riffs fly around. The riffs just fly by. Subtlety? Never heard about it. Politically correct? No way. Sexcellent? Definitely!
www.mindview.com - Netherlands
Punk rock from the country with lots of tea and bad mouth hygiene, England.
For fans of 1977 punk rock. Retro Actionrock perhaps? They don't deny their interests, which is liberating, Sex, girls and beer
Denimzine –Sweden
These Englishmen treat us to a serving of raw and vulgar garage rawk 'n'roll. Somewhere between the early The Hellacopters, New Bomb Turks, 69 Charger and Bad Preachers. Everything revolves around drinking, fucking, fat guitar riffs, dirty rock 'n' roll, a little punk and a nice tight rhythm section. This gentleman thinks this is an extremely nice record!
www.druen.com - Netherlands
A shambling mess of screaming guitar solos, frantic drumming and half shouted vocals…the kind of dirty, sweaty sex that leaves both parties asking for more
www.new-noise.net
Nottingham’s’ sheriffs of sonic slither explode like a pent up Pentecostal with a goblet of lube and the latest issue of leather nun monthly, splattering their godly goo over six blistering tracks…This is gleefully irresponsible, horny teenage slop crafted by overage greaser freaks with heads full of kitchen sick chemicals; narco boogie that brings to mind a hillbilly motorhead beating snakes to death with their guitars while the church burns down with the congregation still in it. 8/10
Classic Rock Magazine- UK
You know what makes The Hip Priests so fucking great? Besides the fact that they’re a disgusting and disgruntled mess of The Divine Brown and the X-Rays, and that they’ve referenced both Judas Priest and Iron Maiden with their name and that they sound like Turbonegro, Gluecifer, The Dictators, and a hot, greasy chick sticking a 16 volt battery right into her fuse box all at once? The Hip Priests are glorious bastards, all hairy chests and mirrored shades and sweaty mayhem and slick dicks and hot love and brutal truth. Not to mention all the fire and fucking, because they’ve got plenty of that too... Hot tubed? Oh yeah. Super lubed? No doubt. Rock n’ roll? Why they fuck do you think we’re here, Jack? The Hip Priests come highly recommended, for obvious reasons
Jeff Warren/Subculture Hero Sleazegrinder
This is the kinda record that makes me think back to some nights in my youth when I didn't come home until 3 mornings later with someone else's clothes on & multiple messages on my voice mail about "where the hell their daughter was." ...this is the sound of Lemmy, early Mick Mars & people who let the New York Dolls crash at their flat...all crashing at their flat...with Keith Moon in a '71 Cadillac with no brakes.
Chaos realm
Everyone knows I like a bit of dirty rock n roll and The Hip Priests fit into that category perfectly!...speed along on alcohol fumes and big fat dirty guitar riffs… The Priests come from a long line of high octane rock bands and if you love Turbonegro, Dog Toffee, AC/DC, Motorhead, The Four Horsemen and Zodiac Mindwarp then these are the denim clad demons for you, true foot on the monitor banging rock n roll for those that love leather, denim, drinking and the smell of oil in their nostrils….. Go worship at the altar of Rock N Roll.
Vanity Project
On the same hip shake vein as other blues punk, The Hip Priests add a little special something to their kick ass repertoire while channelling subtle elements of melt-down brit punk. With not a slow song in sight, lightning fast leads with racing chords…. Excelled riffs roll like a well-oiled piece of machinery that’s revved up and burnin' rubber in a late night free-wheelin' standoff on a dark desert highway. I simply cannot ignore their killer grazed-knee sound.
Little Italian Cookie Sugarbuzz magazine
From the ashes of Brit punk’n’roll ragers X-Rays and The Divine Brown. From albums like Turbonegro’s â€Ass Cobra†to â€The Big 6†by The Bottomfeeders, the London sleaze punks sure know how to cut it....they do a helluva job at it, so swing with hot tubed super lubed rock’n’rollers.
Lowcut magazine
four queers, three chords and one song. fucking genius
Marcus Dean
Gigs/Booking
European booking: Markus Olzon at rolig/hurra music agency
All other Live Rocking enquiries, Free class As and offers of sexual favours etc [email protected]
Above pic by Mina Sina
