Album Review: Roial Asses – Roial Asses
Alright, let’s talk about this wild ride of an album. Released in 2018 by a bunch of rowdy German rockers calling themselves Roial Asses, this self-titled debut is raw, loud, and unapologetically in your face. If you’re into punk, hard rock, or that gritty Oi! vibe, this one's gonna hit the spot. It’s like they took everything rebellious about rock music, cranked it up to eleven, and said, “Here ya go—deal with it.”
The album kicks off with some bangers, but two tracks really stuck in my head: Tag Der Rache and Viva La Revolution. First off, Tag Der Rache (which translates to "Day of Revenge") just slaps. The guitar riffs are crunchy as hell, and the vocals have this raspy, pissed-off energy that makes you wanna punch something—or maybe start a mosh pit. There’s no overthinking here; it’s straight-up cathartic rage bottled into three minutes of pure chaos. You can tell these guys aren’t trying to reinvent the wheel—they’re just smashing it to pieces and having fun while doing it.
Then there’s Viva La Revolution. Man, this track feels like a rallying cry for anyone who’s ever felt fed up with life. It’s got this anthemic quality, like it’s made for crowds to shout along to at sweaty basement shows. The lyrics are simple but effective, and the driving rhythm just pulls you in. By the time the chorus hits, you almost forget you don’t speak German because the passion is contagious. I found myself humming it for days, even though I only understood half the words.
Other standouts include Warum Ist Keiner Hier (translation: Why Is No One Here?), which has this brooding intro that explodes into chaos, and Sex Für Geld, because how could you not remember a song with a title like that? But honestly, the whole album keeps the energy high without letting up too much. Even slower tracks like Scheißegal (“Doesn’t Matter”) carry this defiant attitude that ties everything together.
What I dig most about Roial Asses is its DIY spirit. Released on their own label (or lack thereof), it feels genuine—like these dudes didn’t care if anyone liked it as long as they stayed true to themselves. And yeah, sure, it’s not perfect. Some parts feel a little rough around the edges, but that’s kinda the point. This isn’t polished stadium rock—it’s underground grit with heart.
So, final thoughts? Listening to this album feels like hanging out with your loudest, drunkest friends—the kind who might accidentally break stuff but always leave you laughing. Unexpectedly, it also made me want to learn more German. Who knew yelling random phrases like “Ich rolle!” could be so satisfying? Anyway, if you’re looking for something real and raw, give Roial Asses a spin. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining.
Rating: 8/10
Final verdict: Punk vibes + hard rock swagger = good times.
