Graham Reid | | <1 min read
On the bruising evidence of this album – the energy of British pub-rock in a noisy collision with bluesy Chicago-soaked rock'n'soul – you'd probably crawl across broken booze bottles to see them live.
This, the third album by this re-formed (but not reformed) band from Boston, finds classic rock and soul shouter Whitfield in roaring form in front of the band helmed by guitarist/producer Peter Greenberg, and a no-holds barred slash of twanging rockabilly, blasting sax and obscure stompers alongside originals in the style.
Imagine Detroit's punk-soul band Dirtbombs shoving Otis Redding soul, a rhythm and blues review and Dr Feelgood into a steroid milkshake and you're about halfway to getting the excitement they deliver.
No, it's not reinventing a genre or bringing anything especially new, but by the end of this reductively enjoyable 12 songs/36 minutes album which was recorded in a day, you probably won't have remembered a single song.
But they will all have felt so familiar you'll leap to repeat-play.
As Little Richard said, it ain't what you do it's the way how you do it.
And these guys do it.
Loud and fast.
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