THEE HEADCOATEES
‘MAN TRAP’
(Damaged Goods)
Thee Headcoatees first album in 26 years came about apparently as an afterthought when Thee Headcoats had some left over studio time, praise be for that. Now in the past that would have just been another album knocked out by the lads, but no, they decided to get the girls back together, for what hopefully won’t be a final hurrah. It’s a collaboration that really does kick some arse here just like Thee Headcoatees had never been away. There’s plenty of venom, piss and vinegar in the lyrics and delivery, a mix of covers ‘The KKK Took My Baby Away’ kicks things off and a spirited ‘Paint It Black’ slaps on the black in a way the Stones never could, the title track a juddering warning to men folk, ‘He’s Gonna Kill That That Girl’ a chorus laden warped 60’s wall of trash pastiche and ‘The Money Will Roll Right In’ is downright fucking savage. ‘Modern Terms Of Abuse’ concludes Thee Headcoats album and a blaze of angst and glory, lyrics adjusted as an answer this nestles nicely as track five here which just tells you all you need to know. ORDER HERE
Simon Nott
HOLLY GOLIGHTLY
‘LOOK LIKE TROUBLE’
(Damaged Goods)
Holly’s first solo album in seven years, is a fist in a velvet glove affair, polished and accomplished highlighting Holly’s song writing which can be delivered in a multitude of styles as exampled here. The sound is crystal sharp, the vocals smooth and almost vulnerable with backing which accentuate her flawless voice. There’s tank echo, on the haunting ‘My Get Back’, rockabilly cool to ‘Rolling Along’, jazz swinging ‘Down To One’ a country melancholy to ‘Do The Right Thing’ with poignant lyrics and a metronomic rhythm and swirling organ accentuates the all too true lyrics of ‘Time’ and so it goes on. The album has that laid back and louche feel of a smoochy last dance at a late night club though you get the feeling there’s Holly’s stiletto blade in the mix just poised… ORDER HERE
Simon Nott
THEE HEADCOATS
‘THE SHERLOCK HOLMES RHYTHM 'N' BEAT VERNACULAR’
(Damaged Goods)
The intent is there from the start as Billy Childish’s inimitable tones belt out that he band played Johnny B Goode, there’s plenty of rock n roll in Childish’s image conjuring lyrics and a band that’s in incendiary mode, exactly as Billy likes it, after all if people don’t like it, it must be good and fucking good it is. No corner is given with the jangle fuzz that beat clatters along keeping time with the nightmarish scenarios spewing forth from the brain of a tortured genius ‘I kissed your mouth your broken teeth your breath tasted of my seed’ the vibe is haunting, It’s Slim Harpo’s original not Warren Smith’s ‘I’ve Got Love If You Want It’ that’s dredged from a dusty record collection no doubt buried with its owner, it’s a dark album though bouncing with life simultaneously, ‘Modern Terms Of Abuse’ spat like it’s meant concludes the whole juddering therapy session with a crescendo that would demolish any stage, right and proper manner. ORDER HERE
Simon Nott
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