After releasing their debut album out May 8 and embarking on a worldwide tour, Royal Headache has much to be excited about. Their self-titled album is an ode to the days of grungey, garagey rock and roll -- synthesizers and drum pads need not apply. Royal Headache, a name that stays true to its name, hails from Sydney, Australia, home to a now-flourishing music scene. They owe much to the album's producer, the venerable Mikey Young, who most recently worked with Eddy Current Suppression Ring. The band goes by their appointed nicknames: Shogun on vocals, Joe on bass, Shorty on drums, and Law on guitar.

Chicago's Burlington is a venue that has undergone some identity crises since the bar opened the back up to any musician willing to play under the circumstances: it is dark, hot, cramped and sound has a way of carrying through the hall. Last night the show was packed, selling out nearly an hour before doors opened; while waiting in line, it was obvious this band had earned some street cred. Dubbed a “Band To Watch” by Rolling Stone Magazine in 2011, Royal Headache signed to RIP Society Records in Australia in 2011. Whats Your Rupture? Records re-released the album this year in the US, wearing their appointed badge of honor while on their first US tour.  

Sometimes a band can surpass the hype just by sound alone, but headliners Royal Headache did this via raging stage presence. Lead vocalist Shogun had his shirt on for about 30 seconds before he pulled it over his head, sweaty skin glistening under the fluorescent lights. They played a near flawless set, making sure to save “Eloise” and “Surprise” for the end. Halfway through, some “technical difficulties” led Shogun to put a hand up, signifying to his bandmates who were all ready in position to stop at the very beginning of what may have begun a rickety rendition of “Girls.” As a rule of thumb, it's always best to play through a mistake that no one but the band notices; but they pulled back gracefully…and with even more ferocity than before.

Fans left satisfied, shaking hands with the band as they made a beeline for the bar. It was a successful night that channeled the days when rock and roll was stripped of glam and synthetics and put to its purest, most precious form.