Review by: Ted Reynolds
If it wasn’t bad enough that this is some sort of disgusting folk band (actually more horrible than the Levellers), but its also drenched in fucking horrible and cheap phaser guitar effects. Well, the other songs may not have this but I couldn’t get past the first song without wanting to stab pencils in my ears.
The bin is too good for this record, it should be smashed into pieces, posted back to the band, in the form a puzzle that when put back together reads “give up you horrible horrible shits, you make me ashamed to be a bit Cornish.”
On the other hand if you like horrible crusty folk, and swim in your own slurry while off your face at a party in a field in Devon, and need some come down music, then maybe you will enjoy this while relaxing with some scrumpy or something. You idiot.
Even worse is that I just read the press release and realised that their manager is a man called Dave Farrow who is widely known in Exeter as its biggest cunt.
Avoid.