Labels: Domino
Review by: Alex Deller
Dull Scottish indie rock with a country bent. At Slint’s terrible ATP last year these guys and gals headlined when Mark Kozelek wimped out. Needless to say, it wasn’t much of a pay-off. A clicketty-clacketty sense of funk runs through this album like disease through the syphilitic, bringing such dark moments in musical history as the Doobie Brothers’ Long Train Runnin’ and Ram Jam’s Black Betty to mind. Occasionally Nick Cave’s hollow-cheeked phantom flits across the room, only to be mauled and dragged through the mire by something Levellers-ish tinkling horribly away in the background. The end result is pretty darn godawful, and it’s a wonder the muddleheaded parents of these particular sons and daughters didn’t have them discreetly drowned in a barrel before things ever got this far.