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Seared open with a fierce vocal peal, Slaves is a speeding prog-metal gem. Rage Against The Machine meets Jesus Christ Super Star* in a soul-filled hardcore on-slaught that shifts from machine gun drums to dark and heavy funk to spacious rolling tides of rhythm guitar, while vocalist Ezekiel Ox roars with a blues-driven power. This is the first proper single released by Mammal) they have a live album and an earlier EP), a local outfit with a rabid following, but they already sound like a band on the verge. Get in before they blow up.
* You'll have to excuse the suggestion that Mammal sounds like an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. My pool of reference for hard rock is kind of shallow. Besides, it's a really good musical.
- Simone Ulabldi - BEAT MAGAZINE

"Mammal @ Ding Dong Lounge, Melbourne (03/11/2007)"

When he has a mic in his hand, Ezekiel Ox is unstoppable and impacts audiences like a sledgehammer to an anvil. ‘Hell Yeah’ immediately rings over the crowd as Ox bolts through this crowd-mover, shooting out enraged lyrics with an integrity that screams from the depths of his belly. Twisting his torso and pacing the stage, body drenched in sweat, Ox is the ultimate frontman and is unabashed and relentless – whether it’s rolling through new tracks like ‘Haiku’ or setlist favourite ‘Inciting’, or debating “(sit on my) facebook” and MySpace where you get more “bang for your no buck”. Hell, he even belts out a mean version of ‘Khe Sanh’ during a brief technical glitch too.

With six strings in his hand, Pete Williamson becomes dangerous. ‘Maker’ is where Pete takes centre-stage and he rips out bulky, oscillating riffs edged with a dash of distortion. The crowd are like putty in the hand, moshing during the track’s abrasion and Pete’s assertive precision. Switching from the limelight and partnering bassist Nick Adams for ‘Groove Junkie’, Pete exemplifies his presence as a seasoned musician with an honest rapport – time and time again.

Nick is at ease with four strings in his hand, bouncing around the stage and drifting in mid air. His cranium tilts for the eyes to close over in a chance to centre himself within the solidarity of his bottom-end grooves. Thumbing his strings with authority in ‘Two Soles’, Nick moulds a heavy tidal wave of back-end force. It’s here where mammal are authoritarian; an extremity of today’s Australian music.

Two stick are in Zane Rosanoski’s hand and resonate the organic undertow that makes mammal so strategic and rich. Zane’s bare chest contorts to the urgent rhythm of skins being beaten to the brink of their existence, underscoring the band’s control found in ‘New Breed Judas’. The snare is annihilated during Zane’s stripped back intro to ‘Think’, sounding almost like a working-class march to parallel Ox’s lyrical perception of a society regulated by capitalism, expectation and assimilation. Yet, the band reverts to its experimental nature when Jika’s Jeffrey Ortiz Raul Castro enters the stage for a tribal-inspired jam with his fellow band-mate.

Mammal is a band melded together by fate and purpose, resulting in a mindset that aims at challenging the status quo in a live setting. These are factors that inspire mammal’s vibrations and allow the band – at Ding Dong and any other stage they hit – to become one of the most unchallenged in the country. -

"MAMMAL 8/10"

Vol 1: The Aural Underground (Independent)

Mammal's explosive live shows are well known for their exciting visual and energetic qualities. But how does their live set transfer to CD? Well, if Volume 1: The Aural Underground is anything to go by, the answer is pretty bloody well. The band's big sound and high energy levels are captured in almost perfect detail on this recording - they're tight like a fat man's t-shirt, and their songs pack a punch like Kimbo Slice. And let's be honest, how cool is it to release your debut album as a live effort? While it could be considered a gamble, the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. The grassroots politics of the band and the fact that their live show has been honed around the nation's many pubs combine to make this a highly successful affair (Zac).

"Mammal @ Electric Light Hotel, Adelaide. (11/04/08)"

Mammal may not have been around for long, but they have quickly created a buzz for themselves. The black Mammal t-shirts filling the room was evidence that this was more than just a night out for this crowd. There was no stuffing around, no shirking the issue, Zeke and co. fired up and started making and demanding noise.

This band has presence. No mirror ball hat or tiger body paint was necessary for Zeke as he walked on stage tonight, but when these boys appeared, an energy shift took place in the room. Whether you’d heard of Mammal before or not, would’ve been irrelevant. Something special, something metal was happening.

Sounding every bit as tight and professional as they do on their live album, The Aural Underground, Mammal burst into fiery life before our eyes. It took only one song for Zeke, sporting Woverine style lambchops, to end up in the crowd. Like a skinny white Cassius Clay or James Brown, Zeke threw off his bathrobe and climbed near naked on top of the bar, with only his mammal left to our imagination.

This, as yet, albumless band played their rapidly becoming cult anthems coupled with some strong new songs which may reappear soon on their upcoming debut album. With the band entering recording at the end of this week, Australia’s expectations are high. If the energy of their live set can be captured with a studio mix, there is no reason why they can’t take over the world.

These guys are gonna be famous. If their studio album can compete with their awesome live album and set, they should be the metal band Australia’s lacking. A metal band that demands our attention and engages with us in the eloquent political tradition of Midnight Oil and Rage Against The Machine. As this country enters its post-Howard reality and with great changes occurring all around us, there is an opportunity for music to be what it’s supposed to be again. Disillusionment, greed and insecurity remain, but with a Push & Shove and some Think -ing, young people can re-engage and take control of our future. Mammal’s message is important and hopefully they’ll soon have a bigger stage to shout it from. -

"MAMMAL Vol 1: The Aural Underground"

"So we're recording tonight for posterity, right?" pants Mammal's maniacal mouthpiece Ezekiel Ox, a second after the violent introduction of New Breed Judas rings out. "So if you scream loud enough, you just might hear yourself on tape." The packed house at the Evelyn need no further invitation, their roared approval threatening to distort the tape. Take note, people - if you're gonna make a live album, the is the fucking way to go about it.
It makes sense. Mammal's wild jack-hammer tight cocktail of sucker-punch riffery, sinuous basslines, dancey groovesm and shher belligerence and in-yer-face intensity of Zeke's live performance has seen the punters flock in droves to see them since the band's inception only 18 months ago.
Their inclusion on just about every major festival line-up has been no accident either. Hands down, Mammal are just about one of the best live bands you will ever see, so why not just press record? Still not many band would have the temerity or balls, let alone musical chops, to pull off a live album like this so early in their career. But then, it's kinda typical they'd do things this way.
Mammal release a studio album next year. For those who want a taste of what this band is about, then this is it. Put it on, play it loud, and jump the fuck around. I swear you'll feel like you were really there on the night. I can proudly say I was.

"Vol 1: The Aural Underground"


Hepped- up, enegetic, funky as a monkey playing Twister and bigger than a 20-man cage match between WWE wrestlers and the Transformers, these guys are serious about the sounds they make on this debut and their tunes come off all the better for it.
Final Word: Wham, bam - thank you, MAMS! - People Magazine

"Mammal - Annandale Hotel 01/09/07"

Mammal is fucking excellent to watch; there's no denying it. They have so much energy in their playing and performance that you cannot help but get swept away in it.
These guys are building a loyal fan base and you can see why. The almost ubiquitos Mammal t-shirts that swamped the pit and the veritable frenzy that happened during the playing of Hell Yeah made me feel that I was watching a pack of wild animals unleashed - which is frankly what you want when you're watching good rock'n'roll.


MAMMAL EP (2006 - EP)
VOL 1: THE AURAL UNDERGROUND (2007 - Live Album)
SMASH THE PINATA (OUT 30/08/08 - Studio Album)



“…these new vibrations, mixing with the old, they control this land…
…he’s got six strings in his hand…
…he’s got four strings in his hand…
…he’s got two sticks in his hand…
…I’ve got this mic in my hand….”

Fuck the hype, MAMMAL are the real deal.
A visceral alloy of prog, punk and raw rock, MAMMAL are forward-thinking and forward moving. This is a band that is seriously going places, and fast.

Livewire four-piece MAMMAL are already taking Australian stages like a hot-blooded (r)evolution. And for all the right reasons. In an industry typified by manufactured hype, management nepotism and the transparent agendas of major labels, MAMMAL are a rarity. Independent, loud and proud, and making a big noise via word-of mouth alone. Try naming another band that could achieve so much in so little time just on their live reputation? International supports (Avenged Sevenfold, Sebastian Bach, Dry Kill Logic, Kiss); a national tour with progressive rock heavyweights Cog; and a killer debut EP, LIVE ALBUM & SINGLE - it’s no surprise to learn MAMMAL have been snapped up by Australian booking agency NEW WORLD ARTISTS (Silverchair, The Living End etc). The band now find themselves billed on major rock festivals all the way into 2008, and like their contemporaries in the heavy rock genre, (Cog, Karnivool and The Butterfly Effect), MAMMAL are converting a legion of dedicated fans overnight, in thrall to the band’s infectious manifesto and unparalleled musical muscle.

Talk about momentum. MAMMAL formed in March 2006 when irrepressible frontman Ezekiel Ox - disaffected with the implosion of his previous band Full Scale and looking for a new heavy rock project to vent his political spleen - hooked up with childhood buddy, Pete Williamson (lead guitarist for Pete Murray’s Stonemasons). The guitar-player had already been honing songs with session-style bassist Nick Adams, and the two were in need of a vocalist. From there, everything clicked. Armed with a cache of slick licks, amphetamine-fuelled angular riffage and bare-knuckle songs, the trio quickly enlisted the concussive percussion of Zane Rosanoski, frenetic drummer for ethno-fusion act, Jika.

Intense rehearsal ensued, and after hijacking the crowds of whatever gig they could get themselves billed on, MAMMAL entered Melbourne’s Sing Sing Studios and emerged with their self-titled EP.
Well into their second pressing at the time of this biography being written, the MAMMAL EP features the adrenalised New Breed Judas, the supercharged nihilism of Hell Yeah!, the sardonic rant of Think, and the infectious sway of Groove Junkie, and mirrors the urgency, intensity and conviction of their live show. Straight-up, in-yer-face, and tight as fuck. Like some scarecrow prophet, Ox spits out his passionate diatribe with a wild-eyed maniacal zeal, fusing rapid-fire rhetoric and soaring melody, while Williamson lays down the sort of riffage that have any punter’s fist unconsciously forming the horned salute. And throughout, the lock-steady rhythm-section of Adams and Rosanoski deliver the kind of grooves you can feel in your gut.

The momentum continues. Now perfectly positioned to be the next big player in the Australian heavy rock scene, MAMMAL have the chops, the musos, the songs and the live show to go all the way.

“…these new vibrations, mixing with the old, they control this land…
…he’s got six strings in his hand…
…he’s got four strings in his hand…
…he’s got two sticks in his hand…
…I’ve got this mic in my hand….”

It reads like a mission statement, and so it is.
The evolution has begun. MAMMAL are here. Sit back, strap in, and just watch this fucker snowball.