Labels: Gringo
Review by: Morris Breadknife
Aah now this is more like it. Spin Spin the Dogs are a band spawned from the murky
pastures of the English midlands whose music inhabits the same oddball weirdosphere as
other UK bands like Cleckhuddersfax, Bilge Pump or the Jelas.
Comin straight from the ever reliable UK skronk factory that is Gringo Records, this
is an LP comprised of nine utter barking bonkers out of their tree couple sandwiches short of
a picnic new wave cartoon fart rock spasms which some folks would no doubt peg as utterly
pretentious Dadaist art wank before slinking off themselves for a crafty one whilst watching
the Review Show. But what do these people know. What, in the end does anybody know.
This in fact sounds more like just a bunch of mateys having a laugh with frivolous surrealism
and whilst it is certainly nuts this record is herefore about as lofty as a bungalow full of Viz
reading midgets. Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, Spike Milligan, Vic n Bob. No one ever called
any of these cats pretentious. No one ever called Pablo Picasso an asshole.
Anyhow Spin Spin’s songs are undeniably dominated by the singer dude who comes
bounding out of your speakers like a more lovable Mark E Smith or a psychedelic Biafra or
Beefheart’s midlands love child to cramp up your living room with his massive irrepressible
personality before adjourning to the kitchen where he covers his face with yer Marmite and
does a strange little dance especially for you whilst gibbering on about scary cats and
conkers and beans. But don’t forget the rest of the band, cos there’s some quality shit goin on
here underneath all this mania: the smashing guitar hook, Watt style bass and subsequent
guitar/voice/drum thump to freakout on Head Nose Teef Toe, the triplet drum spank and
poptastic backing vocals of Digging and Driving, the hilarious casio jive of Sadam Insain.
Although kinda hard to digest at first, this grows on you like a delightful little wart. Irreverent,
fun and highly recommended. WAHEY.