Bi:Lingual. The name says it all. Two cultures, one unorthodox language. We've seen the failures of rock and rap colliding in an ill-aesthetic form, but nothing succeeds like this. The front mans Afro brings more than a sense of style to the scruffs of the band, it brings a sense of security to the rap that forebodes. Baring witness to the waves of locks that behead the multi-talented rhythm section scream out we're loud, we're angry and the apathy we hold towards those who hate, presents the idealistic irrationality of them against the world. And Bi:Lingual are just that. A pure source to be reckoned with. Untainted and unashamed. They are what they are, and if you don't like it you can go suck a dick. Penniless but not hopeless they're here to stay whether you like it or not. But chances are when that kick drum, heavily fuzzed bass and guitar kick in to the pop orientated but ear drum shattering chorus, that Bilingual have made their trademark, your dick and your brain will blow, and swell, and vibrate to the point that an unconscious rattle in your head protrudes to a steady head bop that simply cannot be controlled. You are drawn in and intoxicated, and take my word for it, in a world so ugly, that's what we need. "All the best bits of Beastie Boys, RATM and Jimi Hendrix thrown together in a mosh melting pot. Like Mike Skinner fronting a punked up Wolfmother. Unmissable!" - Ten Feet Tall "Their music can at one moment, have you hypnotised by haunting guitars and powerful lyrics and then in the next moment it could blow you off your feet with an all-out explosion of riffs and emotion." - A Music Blog, Yea (Canada)
