Rancid Hell Spawn was a punk rock band, originally active between 1988 and 1995, making a return in 2011.
Based in London, the band released five albums and five extended plays. Rancid Hell Spawn also provided two songs for the soundtrack of Dennis Worden's "Stickboy" music video in 1993. Their music is characterized by a distinctive noisy and distorted sound, featuring a Casio organ and large amounts of feedback. The majority of Rancid Hell Spawn songs are short, high-speed punk burnouts with melodies hidden beneath the feedback. Steven Wells of New Musical Express described it as "listening to Eddie Cochran while wearing a chemical warfare suit full of angry wasps."
The band was fronted by Charlie Chainsaw, former editor of Chainsaw which started in 1977 and continued until 1984. Charlie Chainsaw remains active in the London punk scene, running the Wrench Records record label and mailorder company.
Rancid Hell Spawn reformed in 2011, releasing an EP of new material in December 2011. They are planning to release another EP in 2012.
Read more about Rancid Hell Spawn: Discography
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