The Meteors

The Meteors sound like a 1950s greaser gang that rose from the grave with a collection of punk records and a serious grudge. It is a high-velocity collision of vintage rock and roll swing and the jagged, serrated edge of 1980s London punk. The music is defined by the percussive, frantic slap of the upright bass and guitars that oscillate between clean surf-rock twang and distorted garage-rock filth.

What truly sets them apart is their uncompromising commitment to the 'Psychobilly' identity they helped forge. While their peers might lean into the kitsch of the genre, The Meteors maintain a genuine sense of menace and speed. P. Paul Fenech’s vocals are snarls of horror-obsessed poetry, delivered with a frantic urgency that makes the supernatural themes feel like a lived-in reality rather than a costume.

Start with 'In Heaven' to hear the foundational blueprint of the genre. It captures the raw, unpolished energy of a band inventing a new world out of the scraps of the old one. From there, 'Corpse Grinder' offers a more refined but no less aggressive look at their mid-career peak, perfect for anyone who wants their rock and roll with a side of graveyard dirt.