Pink Cigar – We’re Gonna Get You Out Of Here (Sawn Off)

It took an awful long time and plenty of effort for Pink Cigar to get it done, but as Andy Warhol once said, “It doesn't matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.” They sure didn't; and what came out after years of struggle for notoriety, a deafening stream of incessant gigging around London to earn them a reputation as “fiercest live show in the capital”, a tour with Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster and a disbelievingly packed room at Camden's Hawley Arms for the release of their self-titled EP, has definitely paid off well. Really well.

We're Gonna Get You Out Of Here is a tremendous debut, the kind that makes you jump out of your skin, drizzling in heavy rock madness, permanently on the verge of something great to tingle your insides.

Starting with dirty track 'Generation Next', the album opens as a crazed party, complete with clenching guitar riffs and ear-piercing drum beats. 'Lady Killer' follows suit with its distinct amalgam of powerfully balanced guitars to make way for singer Sharkie Cottrell's vocals: “On the streets again and I feel I'm good looking...”, growing in intensity with each and every second that passes by. No wonder they chose it as first single to be released from the album.

'This Girl', 'Strange' and 'Pork Pie' all continue along the same old gritty road of frenzied paraphernalia to reach track eight, 'London Town Blues', probably the strongest out of the 12 on the record. Here, music and lyrics beautifully convey together to bring the listener a certain sweet-flavoured prickling sensation, all backed up by heavy and lightning riffs up until minute two, where the rumbling finale draws near and lyrics announce, “Call it a city, call it a jungle, ain't it a pity that we all crumble”. Terrific stuff.

'Dreaming Of Love' starts slow and watery to turn around completely at the 40-second mark, making you quiver and bounce around, regardless of where you are.

All-time fan favourite 'The Throat' arrives soon after in a puddle of mud-tainted vocals, '70s punk-rock echoing guitars, all the while bringing to mind scenes from dirty underground niche pubs.

And then, without any fanfare, 'King Of The World' reveals itself as a sound and convincing piece of rock 'n' roll cleverness, closing the album in the same messy way that it was opened.

We're Gonna Get You Out Of Here shows in-depth musical grandeur and noteworthy lyricism, but there's a lot more than just that. Passion, dreams, pureness, a solid willpower to be true to themselves no matter what has made this album the great piece of work it really is. And it shows.

Positively soul-grabbing.