Mo’bikes! Zombies! Motherfucking motherfuckers! Stomps! Greasy hair! Slide guitars! Hell Yeah! Zombie Motors Wrecking Yard are riding horses made of steel and bringing the middle finger on their début, descriptively titled Supersonic Rock n’ Roll (Napalm).

Labeling themselves as Stoner Blues, sadly, it would appear that Supersonic Rock n’ Roll is little more than a euphemism for Stolen riffs! Lazy clichés! Bog standard songs! The poor man’s Clutch in-house band to a brawl in an Australian drinkhole, Zombie Motors Wrecking Yard throw the right shapes, but their ploddy rawk fails to hit the right notes.

That’s not to say ZMWY are entirely without merit; ‘Roll n’ Burn’ sleazes into an AC/DC shuffle with a slinky slide guitar intro, ‘Dead Smile’ has a chorus hook for bar room singalongs, and vocalist Ran sounds like a hooligan Alf Stewart on ‘Fight Fight Fight’, a biting and actually energetic burst before the soporific title-track kills the mood like a headache on a school night.

Not every band needs to reinvent the wheel, but if you profess to be gasoline-fuelled, post-apocalyptic rockers you need to have more ‘tude than the odd lyric about doing lines off someone’s arse cheeks. And reflect it in the music. ‘Galactic Motherfucker’ lives up to the promise of being a Monster Magnet meets White Zombie tribute, but tows the line with the rest of the album, brings none of the swagger, energy or groove the top dogs do.

There’s enough here to suggest catching ZMWY on the right night could be an absolute blast of whisky and riotous live rawk, and ‘God of No’ spits and snarls, but overall the idea of Zombie Motors Wrecking Yard far outstrips the reality.

5.0/10

STEVE TOVEY