Today we lift the lid on Tonk who describe themselves thusly:
Tonk are the seedy underbelly of the Canberra music scene. This five piece cock rocking juggernaut are addictive like all the drugs you love, and give more sleaze and delight than a street full of hookers on a Saturday night. Their music is pure vice for the ears, with so many quality licks it should be an all girl porn movie. Vocally, Tonk pleases and teases with tales of vile seduction delivered by the bastard child of the Marquis De Sade himself. Tonk are everything that’s wrong in this world and everything that’s right about rock and roll. This dirty, gritty band are the perfect soundtrack for any debauchery you will ever want to experience.
Citing AC/DC and Guns N’ Roses Tonk deliver old fashioned run and gun rock and roll.
Lose your load:
The faster paced of the two tracks it reminded me more of Van Halen than anything, although Jinks’ vocal tics are very reminiscent of Axel Rose.
The music is exuberant, the guitars rock out, and there’s a hint of angst without being over powering.
Here’s the stadium number, more tortured soul in the lyric than you can poke a stick at, but sheer rock majesty from the guitars carries it along.
I was going to give them four and a half stars, but couldn’t think of a single thing to mark them down on.
The recording is good, the musicianship is great, the songs are well constructed as rock anthems.