Labels: Burning Shed
Review by: Morris Breadknife
This promised initally to be a potentially pleasing oddity of Engish eccentricity from
the silly band name and what I read about them on the internet but transpired instead to be
just an oddity. A Crushingly banal by oddity standards, pretty weird but weird in an old and out of
touch kind of way, laid down I would imagine by a bunch of aging scouse blokes in between
bouts of booze and darts and dealing with their wives and kids. Characterless production.
Gruff singing like some wrong amalgamation of Lemmy, Suggs and the dude from Carter
USM over the dry funk of the bass and clean basic drums and then to break it up big cheesy
flights of petrol station mariachi brass that remind me of some crap 80’s gameshow or the
music to Dallas. Non catchy lyrics that seem like they may well be intended to be serious
and political submerged in an all encompassing vibe of general silliness. One particularly
irritating song is called “Cardboard Banjo” which seems to suit this whole release. Flimsy and
pointless. That said the second half of this album could be chock full of belters for all I know –
matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get past track five. Sorry. Opinion’s a bitch.