The Haxans Release Second Single ‘Party Monster’

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Article written by Tyler Turner. 

The Haxans – the collaborative project of Ash Costello (New Years Day) and Matt Montgomery (Rob Zombie) – have just premiered their brand new song ‘Party Monster’, and it’s to kill for.

 

The song comes just over a week after the release of the duo’s debut ‘Chains’ – an infectiously dark number which received plenty of positive feedback from fans. Already, surfing through the waves of adoring comments on the latest video, it looks as though this new release is set to be rewarded with the same high praise.

 

‘Party Monster’ is a concoction of melodic-darkness and dirty-glamorousness that can provoke those Halloween party vibes whatever the time of year.  It’s a contagiously dance-y track, riddled with power and delivered with attitude. Costello describes The Haxans as being ‘like a ‘70s spook-show club dance party’ and really, it doesn’t get much more accurate than that.

 

Montgomery and Costello are like the Gomez and Morticia Addams of goth-pop – in appearance and musical chemistry. What we’ve heard from them so far showcases a perfect blend of their styles, as should be the case with any good collaboration, leaving us itching to hear more from the pair.

 

Check out ‘Party Monster’ here.

 

The Haxans’ debut album is due for release in January 2017.

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