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NEW RELEASE THE BONNEVILLES - GOOD SUITS AND FIGHTIN' BOOTS - CD ALBUM
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01. One more nail outta rock n rolls coffin
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The Bonnevilles are a duo from Lurgan, Northern Ireland. Describing what they play as Garage Punk Blues may be a mouthful but its not a lie. Andrew McGibbon Jr. on Guitar & Vocals and Chris McMullan on Drums and with songs about God & Satan, Fighting & Drinking, Cars, Sex, Love, Revolutionaries & Libertarians is it any wonder, lyrically, they’ve been compared to the 50’s beat poets. Jesus, the name of the albums title track “GOOD SUITS & FIGHTIN’ BOOTS” is ballsy enough, then consider that’s its about having the sort of fun you can only have when you’ve accepted your going to die young and Monday only brings boredom. Perhaps redemtion through music?. GOD MIGHT LOVE ME (BUT DOESN’T KNOW ME LIKE THE DEVIL DOES) speaks for itself, the unsurpassed rawness of HARTALE LURGAN BLUES a song the band recognise will live longer than they will and perhaps, one day, be recognised eventually by the hometown that lends its name to the title. I DON’T LIKE WHISKEY is about dieing alone in the graveyard of a foreign town, pop music this is not. Recorded at Super-8-Ekotronic on a Tascam 688, tape machine, in keeping with the old school/anti-modernity ethos the band love. It also brings a certain analogue warmth that is missing from so many modern recordings, the trade off is that hiss may be present occasionally but “fuck it” if it sounds good its in, and the same goes for the occasional “mistake” that you may notice, that was the take that felt right so that’s the take that goes on the record, a slight error won’t ruin a song but no feeling will. Live, the band really tear it up and that’s one of the things they have managed to capture on tape which is rare these days because its difficult to do, if you don’t know your trade. The Bonnevilles don’t claim a damn thing, they are what they are, great songs and the truth., there’s no bullshit, no lies, no claims that cannot be honored, just honest to God PunkBluesRocknRollLo-FiTrash. It’s all the blues baby. Heavily influenced by all the usually blues suspects, Howlin’ Wolf, Willie Dixon and Chess Records, Charlie Patton, Robert Johnson, RL Burnside but throw in some Punk and Grunge, some old school Rock n Roll and you have something unique. LONG LIVE ROCK n ROLL, LONG LIVE THE BLUES, LONG LIVE THE BONNEVILLES
The Bonnevilles are no exception. These Lurganites were found this mornin' in my speakers kickin' out the tweeters and showin' knuckle-dusters to this bleary writer. Man, I'd been awake for under a second and these garage yobs are pickin' a fight. Instead of kickin' me to a pulp... they hit me with a sound so fuggin' good that I done filled my trews! 'The Explosive New Sound of Punk Blues' it may be... but it's that familiar ol' time sound of trouble... Now, this is where most reviewers start botherin' you with tales of where the band are from, how they started and what they dig. I ain't... one listen to this greased-up, sleazy garage-blues and you know exactly where The Bonnevilles are from. Somewhere between a rottin' hot-rod engine and the nipple of a titty twister. They're the black line strikin' down the middle of their own sleeve. Jeez, these is one of the sleaziest LPs you'll ever hear! And not a sax in sight! Before you've even got around to listenin', this LP demands you dig. Song titles like 'The Belgians Are Coming!', 'One More Nail Outta Rock 'n' Roll's Coffin', 'Hardtale Lurgan Blues' and 'The Drag'... makes you wanna like this band huh? Well, thankfully for you, these elemental no-fi rockers can make a tune that you CAN dig. Many bands who tellyer that they're 'garage', all too often sound like The Byrds. Course, that ain't a bad thing as such... but you want evil, bug-eyed, grimey kicks with attitude and fuggin' volume? Man, The Bonnevilles can deliver... and instead of leavin' you a note to say they've called, they'll kick yer door in and make 'emselves at home... in your home... one sleepin' off the drink in your bed and the other one laughin' at you're Fair Trade Teabags. "Chump...". "'Kay... so when you gon' give us a review huh?" Simmer. These cats are everythin' you just read and more. If you like, I'll tell you about the skuzzy guitars, the primal beat, the tough wailin' and great tone of the whole thing... but really, you shoulda guessed that already. The clues are in there man... and this band, like most from this field (the battle field should you need tellin') are gettin' down and dirty and ready to blow your brains out... if only they could stand up straight for long enough. However, these hopeless drunks ain't dunderhead-central... man, these are poetic drunkards, down the end of the bar 'citing lines from some misunderstood poet before slammin' down chasers and cuttin' up the Hooray Henry's with their own tie-clips. These cats are good... real good. Looks like they'll make it all the way home. And rightly so. This may not be the most sophisticated LP yool hear, but man, it'll be one of your favourites. You need this. |
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