(EP, own label)
A howling phoenix emerging from the ashes of the mighty Black Knights, the Calimocho Club announce themselves rudely with a five-fingered statement of intent that sees the Hope/Pickford duo emerge from the Salford Delta to distil the essence of the blues down to ital firewater.
This is minimum r’n’b sugah, as in totally fat-free, lean sinuous, rock’n’roll that’ll cum in your hair. ‘She Told Me’ opens with economy and assured precision, realising a perfect blues stomp without fuss, pretension, or shoes. ‘War Machine’ sends vapour trails of distortion strafing across a sonic miasma of fractured rhythm and vocal urgent testimony, before ‘Baby Got A Switchblade’ plots up amid some crepuscular back-alley street hassle that intermittently explodes across a Voodoo Chile soniscape.
As Lux Interior correctly asserted, ‘Rock’n’roll is all about sex’. A proven fact that is given further weight by ‘Smoking Area Blues’, wherein notes are bent into priapic shapes that moisten the fleshy opening of this nasty slice of defenestrated urban angst. Finally, ‘Roll The Dice’ oozes forth; a slow-burning universal expansion that gathers momentum, then twists and writhes its way across the consciousness leaving a sticky, salty residue. You won’t want to wash yourself after.
Originally posted 2011-08-03 14:14:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
