“Where are my girls?” She shrieks. “Let all the girls come through – let them come up here – I like to be surrounded by the Women of Rock…” She was soon to be surrounded by her slaughter of innocents.
Good, honest working man rock. Like ‘Slade’ in the glory days ….
Hot as Pepperoni dipped into Nitroglycerin —
fiddle from Ben entwines the melodies and lyrics of each carefully crafted song, whilst the shaking, clacking rhythm is kept alive-alive-oh with Joolz on Bodhrán and Filthy on the bouncing bass guitar. The rattle of snare is never too far off- from Mad Dawg.
Superbly crafted mellow saxophone was curved and sculpted around the main theme as the rhythm was gently and sparingly kept up, right till those last drops of honey were
The whole effect (of this band) is like having a box of fire-crackers going off, all at once, in your under-shreddies