Realistic Train from Dublin. Realistic Train is a 3 piece stoner rock band, which plays some nice and fast garage rock like stoner that easily gets you off your chair or whatever you sit on. Lowrider meets Feuerzeug with a lot of stoner is probably the best way to desribe their style. But listen for yourself!!
Realistic Train are a Dublin based stoner rock band formed in 2008 with the sole intent of bringing big riffs and songs about cosmic trains to the masses. Thus far, the group have recorded and released one demo and continue to rock hard and ride free, gigging all around Ireland.
We are a ROCK band originally formed from members of Mongolia (Dunchee: drums, Tob Swift: bass) and Terrordactyl (Owensie Owens: guitar and vocals) while both of these bands were on hiatus, with the aim of writing some psychedelic/ stoner/ garage rock anthems to get us through the dark Irish summer. The original concept was formed more or less over a weekend at the Roadburn Fest in Holland last year, during the consumption of many good beers, blemmers, space cookies and mushrooms. By the end of the dark summer, as the sun re-emerged from the black clouds above us to waste it's distant rays upon our frost painted hills, the intitial project had taken on sufficient momentum to continue as a realistic band. The irony was not lost on each band member equally. "Ha ha ha", we laughed, heartily. Except Dunchee, who did one better and realized his long-term plan to move down under to Melbourne, Australia. In stepped Ruari Conaty, ex-fellow band member of Puget Sound with Owensie from back in the day. Out stepped Ror several gigs later to make way for Kenn Sweeney (Easpa Measa, The Boy You Hit is Dead...). Having recorded our first demo with Dunchee before he departed these shores, we are STILL in the rehearsal studio of reality, composing more songs from the vast bulk of material that we have generated over this time. This summer sees the emergence of a cosmic fear, a fear of the infinite universe, the galactic realities incomprehensable to the human mind; a creation of our small brains; constricted by the institutions which suppress our imagination, our visions of the past, and of the future, directing us ever closer to our own oblivion. Within the immediate surroundings of the more tangible rehearsal studio, where invisible waves collide in unison and reverberate, shaking the ground upon which we stand, legs wide, our heads and hair ever rocking back and forth, we travel to and fro, across time AND space, from the confines of the practice room to the margins of orion, from the small streets of Dublin to the colliding galaxies and expanding systems of the distant universe, the Train carries on.... ROLLING DOWN THE TRACKS INSIDE YOUR MIND NOW!!!