Colonel Mustard and the Dijon 5, leaders of the Yellow Movement, the funky flag bearers of communal lunacy, the multi legged groove machine, and more, have finally managed to get their debut album out, and with a great deal of blood, sweat, tears and slugs of buckfast they have managed to out black grape in the black grape stakes.
And I say that with the utmost respect as the debauched and randomly sprawling debut album from the ex members of The Happy Mondays and The Ruthless Rap Assassins was an anarchic sonic revolution that was akin to a glitter-bomb grenade being tossed into the mainstream.
The difference between it and this is that while that was a grenade this is like an A-Bomb.
Totally irrelevant, and relevant simultaneously
Hilariously funny while being scathingly astute at the same time.
This is the onion release of the year that will reveal increasingly more and more as your ears peel layer after layer off until you reach the centre where for all I know will be revealed the secrets of the universe.
It’s a sprawling mess of nothing making much sense individually, but everything coming together to work pretty much perfectly.
You could get lost in it and never find your way home from the party, but who gives a fuck when the never ending party is providing so much fun.
All hail the revolution, the Yellow Movement is on the rise and what they are offering is the perfect antidote to the stresses of modern life.