Upbeat tunes meet moody lyrics about romantic disappointment delivered in a featherweight voice that keeps slipping into a high register without warning.
Bobby Gillespie spent much of the past three years not only reassessing, but reconstructing and redefining what he, his band, and rock ‘n’ roll are all about.
If Nick Cave found his happy place, went to Vegas, won some cash, listened to a little lounge, and stopped for a quick lobotomy, it might sound like this.
Caveat emptor for Beasties fans, the show here belongs to Berry, Bosco and Hubel and the songs are pretty hardcore hard-luck, white trash psychobilly pieces.
Crispen Hunt’s vocals (complete with angelic falsetto) to make the Longpigs a great band, but they also write the most powerful pop songs I’ve ever heard.