Time stumbles on. So does the clan DATSUN. Change the inevitable. Despite the ever warping landscape, the DATSUNS find those paths of least resistance up the mountain, and take their lifetime’s accumulated lessons & mastery of rock, up the proverbial giant rock, to dispel their latest riffage & learnings, from the highest point, upon the masses, with joyous savagery.  The workings towards an eighth volume of Datsun sonics proceed steadily. Though the clan have lost another drummer, Scandinavian thumper Adam Lindmark of Dead Lord fills the seat for upcoming 2025 live action. A host of Swedish drumming familiars also litter recordings thus far, to deliver the Stoogeoid evil, the powerpop crunch or the classic proto rawk assault & battery. Lead string wrangler Christian, comes to grips with the literal new hand he’s been dealt, after a literal handicapped year, whereupon next level surgical intervention was required to save a paw ravaged. Entrenched in the semi-rural NZ paradise, Phil has wracked mind & mitts to conjure up new weaving guitarring rhythms to dispense to his comrades across the seas. In the lands of ice & snow Dolf has soundboarded hooks & crunch w/his like minded Scandinavian pals & also shot back many a reshaped idea & burst of rok energy to his Datsun brothers.  The end result, a new & eighth album beckons. Touring across lands not visited by
the DATSUNS in an age, the first visit to the UK in over 10 years. The promise of more running, riffing, dancing rock, in the Western calendar year of 2025, both studio wrecked & wrangled, and delivered hot wired alive.