Remember
when Strummer joined the Pogues?
It should
have been a match made in heaven, but while it sounded good on paper
the reality fell short of expectations.
The mash
up of the Clash and Pogues failed to make any sort of headway, and
the torch for drunken folk songs sung by punks was to be carried
forth by the likes of The Levellers as the eighties died.
Now here
we are in 2012 and that sort of anarchist folk will be but a distant
memory for many, but it needn't be as The Roughneck Riot are here to
inject some youthful vigour into the traditional mix.
There's a
frenetic pace to their album that doesn't let up for a second, and
while some would try and balance out the speed with some shading the
band are apparently happy to keep the needle in the red and push the
album forward as hard as they can.
As an
introduction goes it does the business. and I suspect that live they
will live up to the riot part of their name.
The music
has that vibe to it.
It's
evocative of a drunken wake that is impishly thumbing its nose at
the death of a nation while hanging onto the promise of another day.
I suspect
this is an album that will precede many a hangover, and when I look
about me at the youth of our green and pleasant land I can't help
thinking that maybe the Roughneck Riot are just the pill that the
doctor has ordered for them.
'This is
our day' is certainly a wake up call.
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