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"RUESTER EXSUSCITO"

RUESTER EXSUSCITO
NOCONWOOD RECORDS

Straight out of passive-aggressive Seattle, Exsuscito is aggressive-aggressive in its anti-fascism.

The debut LP from heavy-rock band Ruester, Exsuscito transcends common wisdom in these single-driven download days: more than just a collection of songs, it’s an album with a coherent message.

“We know the odds are stacked, but we got each other’s backs,” growls front-man Robby Wood on “Nowhere Left to Run”. With a surprisingly wide array of persecuted people, Wood stands in embittered, gritty solidarity. Race, class, politics, religion, sexual orientation: Exsuscito runs the gamut and rages against every imaginable machine.

“Black Face Pale Face” kicks off the album on an angry note: over guitarist Ric Vaughan’s neck-snapping crunch/howl, Wood barks, “Shut yer fuckin’ mouth, what you standin’ there for?” Daring bigots to tangle, he sneers, “Faggots, bull dykes, who is it that you don’t like?” The song’s video (myspace.com/rwi07) offers a montage of famously violent hate, from the Chicago race riots to Hitler to Rwanda. The intent is to leave the listener incensed.

On “Bigoted Eyes”, Wood turns a blind eye to institutional prejudice which infects TV screens worldwide, attributing it to historical hate: on “Good Ole Days”, he recalls anything but. “Miss Politrix” finds Wood skewering an evil empire: “Goddamn Uncle Sam won’t let me be just who I am.” He’s African-American, but could be speaking for virtually any group marginalized by America’s unspoken agenda of vicious homogenization. Later in the song, he cries, “Where do we go from here?”

Ruester answers the question two ways: skepticism and hope.

“What Do You Believe In?” pits a protagonist against his own desire to join the saved numb. “What should I believe in? What would be the reason?” roars Wood, spiritually exhausted and wary of being bought. It’s a paranoid power-ballad.

“When It’s All Said and Done” closes out the album with Wood’s finest vocal performance. In slow, deliberate gravel, he refuses any ideology which defers dreams for a brighter tomorrow. In Ruester’s world, the revolution starts now.

Exsuscito is full of book-ends, tracks that comment on each other and conform to a common theme: fuck the haters. Loud, angry rock with a few burning ballads, Ruester’s debut is what it aspires to be: bad-ass.

-Andrew Matson
Freelancer, The Seattle Times




- -Andrew Matson, The Seattle Times


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"The Ruester only crows when he sees the light, I have seen the light and now I am crowing."
Muhammad Ali

Joe Steenburgh: drummer,
Joe’s inside-out music knowledge and touring chops inform beat upon back-breaking beat. A road-tested amalgamation of Jon Bonham and Jam Master Jay, he smokes competition to a mountain of ash and blows it away with mash-the-gas force. Holding down RUESTER’s percussion, Joe Steenburhgh will smash your face on the hard rock.

Robby Wood: vocalist,
Wood jets from vocal lesson to studio, opens his mouth, and vomits adrenaline like an altered beast. If you could have a ménage-a-trois in a hot tub filled with Red Bull and Zipfizz, you might have an idea of Robby Wood’s heart-pounding intensity. RUESTER owes its soul to this rock warrior, the only man alive who can live Motley Crue’s entire history in one night, not overdose, not have a baby, and start the next morning by asking, “Where the party at?” Rugged and raw do not come close to adequate.

Ric Vaughan: guitarist,
Amongst the post-80’s wreckage of so many glorified gunslingers, Ric Vaughan pops ‘nuff nuclear champagne corks to scare today’s shoegazers into yesterday’s Cold War bunkers. As in-the-pocket crunch gives way to the fearlessly frenetic, Vaughan coils and snaps like a cobra bear-trap. Let it be said that when Ric Vaughan detonates a Marshall stack, the best bet is to tie your tubes and hide your kids.

Then there is The Juice
The Juice brings the spring loaded stage presents back to the rhythm guitar. Giving Ruester the brain throbbing hold downs needed for Vaughan and Wood to go where no men have gone before.

Bringing up the bass is long time ally of Vaughans, Robert Stewart.
Just hangin back, keepin it low and bringin it loud, Stewarts vast experience lets it all flow and happen with no worries.