How would you describe the double headed, four-armed beast of rock that is DP?

Let’s start with what we know shall we…

We know that DP are two long haired, bearded kings - Dave Wong (vocals and bass) and Paul Maclean (drums). A pair of emotionally damaged love children spawned by Sabbath and Soundgarden, these are big men with big desires. XXL all the way baby.

We know that together, these two behemoths make an ungodly racket that resides somewhere between eleven and infinity on the volume control.

We know that when local favourites The Academy called it a day, out from their ashes rose a rabid panther – who, after savaging the phoenix, now has its sights set on breaking out into the ether.

To date, news of Dave’s full throttle fuzz assault and Paul’s brutal, driving rhythms have seen the nascent duo pack out live venues on pure word of mouth alone. Invited to play the prestigious industry showcase event at Music Matters and currently in the studio with primo knob-twiddler Dan F, this is just the beginning. Bets are on that these two are going to eat the whole world.

Imagine, if you will:

A primordial cacophony, summoned from the ancient gods of metal. Thunderous drumming and lighting riffage pay homage to the ancestral fires that forged their spirit. A raw intensity that draws creation from destruction. Songs of man and beast.

Imagine all of that and try to picture it in your head. Then forget it.

For you can try to cage DP though it will never happen. You can try to describe DP as ‘psychedelic-this’ or ‘metal-that’, though that’s missing the point. This kind of rock purity needs no prefix, no suffix. No nothing.

When all is said and done - DP IS ROCK.