Royal Trux Articles and Media. With their 1998 high-concept dirtbag-rock classic Accelerator getting reissued, Royal Trux's Jennifer Herrema and Neil Hagerty talk to Brandon Stosuy about the album. Discover releases, reviews, credits, songs, and more about Royal Trux - Accelerator at Discogs. Complete your Royal Trux collection.
It was a dark and stormy night under the moonlit streets of downtown Texas. In 1995, we were ready to score a notch of noise to the earholes. Embedded in the alterapunk scene of the era was a shanty bar on the dirty side of town where the smells and jive magnetized the good luck of pranksters. At once, the fog parted and the lights rose for a steely dante duo known as the Royal Trux. In goose down camo and vintage pendants, the his and her mood swingers upon the podium rang bells like reverberated invertebrates. Without a blink, the skullbutter labium of jangle doom ceased to resist while glassy bottles on the bar tipped and communion resumed. The point of another night subtracted to moot.
Not long after they received, complete with its notorious cover of an excrement- and vomit-filled toilet, Virgin Records realized may not be a crossover act. They were willing to let the band go, giving them severance pay and the master tapes to their recently completed album, which was then released on their old home, Drag City. Listening to the album, it's hard to believe that a major label funded such an exhilaratingly noisy record.
Ostensibly the third installment in their ongoing salute to particular decades in rock history - that is, took on the '60s, saluted the '70s - deconstructs '80s rock on, running all the instruments through some sort of electronic distortion, taking away the bass, trying to make it sound processed. Since this is, the result still is indebted to and astoundingly messy, but that's why rocks like a demon, running over everything in sight. The album sounds chaotic, but there are some great songs hidden under the cacophony, like the explosive 'I'm Ready,' the soul vamp 'Juicy, Juicy, Juice,' and the soul-tinged closer, 'Stevie.' Have rarely had both their songwriting and noise under control like they do here, and the result is pure dynamite - possibly their best album to date.