“Bad Bob” is one of the many superb songs on the album. Jangling guitars and plucked strings are rippled with tinkling ivories, reminiscent of warm summer nights in Memphis and splashing about in the creeks with your buddies.
MoreThe oppressive heat of these sounds and the mosquito bites of the sub-text, together with those muttering Will-o’-the-wisp marsh-born guitars, create a sweat stained blanket of melodic loops that lazily crawl around the landscape like snakes on the prowl in the tangle of a mangrove swamp
More“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.
MoreGood, honest working man rock. Like ‘Slade’ in the glory days ….
Morefiddle 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.
More 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
squeezed …
The whole effect (of this band) is like having a box of fire-crackers going off, all at once, in your under-shreddies
MoreIt’s lamentable that the Red Lion Pub (Filthy’s) at Twickenham has now closed for good – to be replaced by a Tesco Metro stores (I ask you). This landmark pub was a real resort for rockers , an important stop-off point for every local band’s graduation and an integral part of the West London music […]
More…the Kate Rusby sentiment. A variety of folklore characters, all convincingly portrayed within beautifully created musical environments, tunes that are playful and humorous at times are always accomplished – yet can turn dark and breathtakingly emotive in a single step….
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