Three Rock Bands Everyone’s Raving About – And You Should Too

Alright guys, listen up! I have three dirty, loud, sleazy-as-hell rock bands that everyone with a functioning soul is buzzing about. They might come from different corners of the scene, but they’ve got the same blood pumping through their veins — the kind that smells like sweat, hairspray, and cheap beer at 3am.

They’re dangerous. They’re catchy. They’re everything the real rock scene needs right now. So I’m throwing them right in your face — because, you know, someone’s gotta do it.

Suicide Bombers

Kaboom!!!. Straight outta Oslo, this one’s got some real high-octane in its veins. Suicide Bombers were formed by mysterious Chris Damien Doll after setting fire to the glam punk world with Trashcan Darlings. Since then his new Suicide Bombers band released five albums of pure sleaze/glam — with their latest, All For The Candy (2024), being an absolute candy gutter-glam detonation.

These guys are like a gang of intergalactic supervillains, the bastard offsprings of Silvia Saint (yeah, that Silvia Saint) and Terminator 2 fueled by leather, sleaze, and rage. No compromise. No posing. No safe spaces. They’ll beat you down with razor-sharp riffing and leave you smiling in the wreckage.

They don’t crack many jokes — unless you count the sound of your eardrums rupturing. Go check out: All For The Candy or Dynamite Playboys, or any other song from the latest record. Maybe even start with futuristic Videodrome 2094 or nasty Caligulizer, you know, deeps cuts. Trust me. This whole record is a flamethrower of sugar and sleaze that will poison your mind and knocked you down in the moment.

Trench Dogs

Stockholm’s finest back alley rock ’n’ rollers, Trench Dogs crawled out of the dimmest, stickiest bar you’ve never survived. Formed in 2013, they’re your go-to gang if you’ve ever staggered home listening to Dogs D’Amour or The Quireboys with a cigarette behind your ear and a busted lip.

Led by Andy Hekkandi — a frontman who moves like someone slipped a Red Bull into his blood bag — Trench Dogs bring the chaos with two gloriously unhinged albums, the latest being Stockholmania. Their glam punk is screechy, catchy, a little messy but precise — like a drunken hug that ends in a bar fight.

They just dropped a new single (Cobblestone Waltz) but if I were you, I’d hit up A Little Overdressed first, and then Maroon from Stockholmania then I will soaked it with The Gin Beat. These are the tracks that will steal your wallet, heart, and probably your last beer.

Continental Lovers

Now, meet the Continental Lovers. The English gents from Nottingham? More like street-level sleaze punks who sound like Johnny Thunders’ lovechild crashed into Hanoi Rocks and then got mugged by The Wildhearts.

These boys dropped their debut in 2024 and it’s a glam-splattered, back alley bop-fest of New York Dolls worship and Brit-rock swagger. They’re not as dangerous as Suicide Bombers, not as chaotic as Trench Dogs — but don’t let that fool you. They’ve got hooks that stick like gum under a pub table, and riffs that flash you a smile right before stealing your girlfriend.

Imagine Cheap Trick playing a squat party with The Almighty — well, that’s the vibe. Check out Connection or Can’t Get Her out Of My Head and let it rot your brain in the best possible way.

And why am I showing you these three bands and why are people raving about them?

Simple. They have just finished their triple-threat tour across the UK (triple package tour, all three bands at the same bill every night), demolishing bars and venues all across the country—ending with the finale at the famous Call Of The Wild Fest, headlined by Michael Monroe himself. Yes, Bombers, Dogs and Lovers were just a perfect fit for that night. Forget about the other bands.

But, there is always a “but” here; The problem is that no major UK outlets like Metal Hammer and Kerrang! had the courage to cover this tour, which is a big shame in my opinion. Hey, I even twitted them (or Xd them) about another tour that happened before this one to see if they were respond. But of course, I didn’t get anything.

On the other hand, if these bands were playing in my country, I would be all over the place doing reviews and interviews with these guys. But hey, I am just a small website and YouTube channel with a great taste in music.

In that name, thanks to Rockflesh for providing us a magnificent review of their stop in Stoke (the best live review I have seen since Kerrang was a normaln music magazine), and Sleaze Roxx for letting Chris Damien Doll from Suicide Bombers do his day-to-day diary from this highly explosive tour. He did more for rock music journalism than all these big names—because hey, they obviously don’t think this is worth being on their precious pages.

And that is exactly why I wanted to show you these bands, guys. So go check them out, give them a follow, and support true rock ’n’ roll.

And yes, I want this tour in my country too! So, Suicide Bombers you know what to do!

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