Rhinosonics – Rhinosonics: A Raw, Wild Ride Through Surf and Garage Rock
Alright, so let’s talk about this French rock gem that kinda flew under the radar. Released in 2017 by a band called Rhinosonics (yeah, same name as the album—no fancy titles here), this sucker is packed with gnarly surf riffs and garage rock grit. It’s one of those albums where you can almost smell the salty beach air mixed with motor oil. And honestly? That’s exactly what makes it stick.
First off, big props to them for not being on some flashy label. Nope, they went full DIY with “Not On Label.” You gotta respect that hustle. These guys are clearly out here doing it for the love of rock ‘n’ roll, not for fame or TikTok clout.
Now onto the tracks. The opener, Fuck The DJ, grabs you by the collar right away. It’s got this raw, pissed-off energy that feels like someone just kicked over your amp—and then kept playing anyway. The guitar work is snarly, and the vocals sound like they were recorded in a sweaty basement somewhere in Marseille. But damn, does it work. This track is memorable because it’s not trying too hard. It’s messy, loud, and unapologetic—a middle finger to polished pop crap.
Then there’s Get Down The Whiskey. Oh man, this one slaps. If you’re into songs that make you wanna grab a bottle and stumble around the room, this is your jam. The groove hits hard, and the lyrics are hilariously simple but effective. Like, yeah, we’ve all been there—just wanting to drown our sorrows or celebrate life with a drink in hand. There’s something about how the drums crash and the guitars wail that makes it feel like a party you accidentally crashed but didn’t want to leave.
Other tunes like Kick It Away and Team Rock ‘n’ Roll keep the vibe going strong, but honestly, after hearing those first couple of bangers, I was sold. They don’t reinvent the wheel here, but who cares? Sometimes you just need music that punches you in the face and reminds you why rock ‘n’ roll will never die.
So yeah, if you’re into surfy vibes mixed with garage chaos, check out Rhinosonics. Sure, it ain’t perfect—it’s rough around the edges, and maybe a little too shouty at times—but that’s what makes it real. Plus, it’s cool knowing these dudes from France are keeping the spirit alive when most people think rock is dead.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like finding an old vinyl at a flea market—you don’t know much about it, but once you play it, you realize it’s gold. Or wait… maybe it’s more like discovering your neighbor’s secret garage band that actually shreds. Either way, give it a spin. Who knew French surf rock could hit so freakin’ hard?
