The Gypsters – Never Try, Never Fail

Oozing from every track of The Gypsters debut EP, Never Try Never Fail, is that hot indomitable enthusiasm shared by every musician that is passionate about their craft and lifestyle. The Gyspsters are a quadfecta of local Bellinghamians: Colleen Ames (vocals, bass, guitar), Ian Reed (vocals, drums, guitar), Joel Kenworthy (vocals, guitar, trombone), and Paddy Moran (drums, occasional vocals). This quartet comes together in their freshman endeavor to deliver a sound that is a sometimes punk, sometimes ska, but will get your head banging to their gnarly riffs and sweeping trombone.

Starting with a 25-second overture entitled, “Randy Newman,” that kicks in with some fast tempoed, and enjoyable, drums, like something out of the opening to a Ramones track, layered with video-gameesque bleeps and bloops. Which combine to make an interesting sonic experience that definitely sets the mood for the rest of the album. Next comes “We Were Gypsters Before It Was Cool,” that opens with the wide wail of an electric guitar. Soon accompanied drums, trombone, and additional guitar. As one would expect the song tells the offbeat origin story of the The Gypsters.

Shifting gears slightly into the next track, “Brandeth Horse Blues,” beginning with a slightly slower pace and the warbling vocals of Reed, it gets going into what feels like an old shanty-bar tune that reminisces of friends past and gone. Joined occasionally by the other members of the band at key times, the ditty is an enjoyable romp. Transitioning into the more somber realm of loves lost, “Just One More Time,” is treated with typical Gypsters fashion, a rousing and energy laced rock tune that despite the seemingly melancholy nature of the title doesn’t fail to deliver on the beat.

Going into the next track, The Gypsters try their hand at summarizing the land of the free and the home of the brave in their aptly titled song, “America.” Coming in with a brassy wail, from a saxophone, that wouldn’t feel out of place in a Mexican cantina, “America,” gets right back to a blistering pace. Running rampant with traces of guitar and the always-pounding drums. The song almost seems to have hints of a middle eastern sound to it in, what could be, an ironic statement. Arriving next is the tremulous vocals of Ames in “High In The Treetops.” A song that starts with the soft slight sound of a few plucks of a guitar, eventually accompanied by the rest of the band, seems to be a comment on more innocent ideals of youth and arborial endeavors. Moving back and forth between a slower and faster pace, the tune is delight.

“Kiss of Death,” rips with an opening riff that would fit in a Tarantino film and moves swiftly into a song concerned with those undeniable wiles of the female variety. “Five Days of Homelessness,” is an ode to those tough times in life, which gets going with some funeral worthy organ work. Nicely complimented by the assorted drum and guitars, the song is another high-energy rip. Ames gets back on the mike in “Happy Hobbies,” a careful clamor that is sure to please.

Coming to a close with its tenth track, “Sinking Slowly,” another song headed mainly by the vocal talents of Ames, is a perfect summation of the whole feel of album: a little somber but always pumping with adrenaline, guitars, and horns. A valiant and commendable first effort by The Gypsters, Never Try Never Fail is a genuinely entertaining first act by a promising group of young musicians that have a great understanding of how to utilize their diverse talents and how to get you moving to high intensity rock.