With
a cheeky nod to Adam Ants burundi drumming on the opening track the
God Damn Whores are back with a burst of glam influenced guitar
driven mentalness, and by the time Jon Poole leads his band of merry
warriors into Mundane and Beautiful it sounds like he's sprinkling
some fairy dust over Paul Weller's take on the Kinks David Watts, and
in doing so forcing the modfather into some stack soled bovver boots
and a tinfoil tabard.
From
then on in listening to the album is akin to being tossed about a sea
of influences, and all you can do is cling to the life raft and hope
that at some point sanity will prevail.
The pictures in my head that accompany this are a mix of the animation of the Yellow Submarine and what Terry Gilliam brought to the Python table.
The pictures in my head that accompany this are a mix of the animation of the Yellow Submarine and what Terry Gilliam brought to the Python table.
A
blue meanie with Kitchener's face is is pointing at you and screaming
that he wants to be in your gang, your gang, your gang.
How
good is that?
Or
does that just appeal to me?
It's
been a long time since Jon Poole has given some attention to his God
Damn Whores, but it's been worth the wait.
Fingers
crossed that he will take this deranged madness on the road and warp
reality wherever they gig.
I'd be up for a slice of that 3.14159265359.
I'd be up for a slice of that 3.14159265359.
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