| Artist |
| Blues And Snake |
| Title |
| Blues And Snake |
| Format/Cat |
| LJCD079 |
| Label |
| Lockjaw Records |
| Style |
| alternative/punk |
| Date of review |
| 15 May 2008 |
| Reviewer |
| Anya Hastwell |
| Rating |
| 4/10 |
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The horrible distorted whining noise that meets my eardrums as I switch on this CD has me reaching for the volume control. It's the sort of 'cats scratching nails down blackboards' sound that has small children running from the room, making dogs howl and anyone with any sensitivity want to – urgh, run away. It means "You've Stuck Gold" , but I'm not too sure. The words: 'Must be some heavy shit' announce "Fine Just Fine", and no you're not kidding are you? Ouch. A cacophony of harmonica, shouting, heavy guitars and thrashy drums ensue. In fact, this formula streaks right through "Sailing To The Moon", and "Unforgivable". "Dirty Women" almost has a hook, and a catch, but then, oh it's gone. But, wait, what's that? A twangy jaunty tune with a banjo, and a lone male voice grumbles some vocals over the top interspersed with harmonica in "My Grass". And so now there's no secret what this album is produced in aid of. A strange melody that goes nowhere begins "Fisherman's Boat" – a lilting acoustic guitar, and then all hell breaks loose. Yes it could be the storm that starts jettisoning a fisherman's boat, throwing said sailor up in the air, and possibly into the sea without a life jacket, C'est la vie, that's rock and roll and a life on the waves should never be taken lightly. But a really irritating dialogue with American accents starts "Born To Snake" – 'What the fuck are we gonna do now?' I don't know. Go back to McDonalds? Start force-feeding yourself potato chips? Which is what any other of the imagination-poor denizens of the human race seems to do. It's as special as 99p Primark pants. And I'm relieved when I hit 'stop'. Ah, silence is golden.
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