When the Crowds Have Gone
Is this a tribute to a granddad or the selfish gene made flesh?
A devotional song to drizzle, I Like Rain sparkles with comedy but still manages to frighten the children in the middle eight. Steve Watts on bass setting up a neat groove.
'Asleep in life, awake in bed', no, not Southwark Council's mission statement but hard-hitting contemporary blues from son Jenkins. We've pricked a voodoo doll and shaken many a mojo over him, but man, there's still some bad stuff in there.
A sonorous and sublime improvisation recorded during a heatwave in London. The 'session guitar' gets its ancient church-salvaged wood, bone and steel humming sweetly.
Introducing Dylan Bates, with sympathetic violin additions to Bill's cry for help.
And we're hearing, good buddy, don't you worry. Chilling blues with a dissonant droning beat, spiced up with bottleneck splashes. The spirit in the sky felt compelled to bring this to you.
Bedroom guitarists take note - a mother of a guitar solo on this one, biting and twanging, the strings noodled and caressed, and progressing beautifully over two verses. Hard to believe you're just listening to a guitar and bass duo, playing live, with just a little harp added. Steve gets a real spring into the beat.
Acid melancholy - recorded in the third and spookiest session. Some nice Himalayan mountain grunting at the end. Go round, but take your own Prozac.
Man meets guitar - this is the first track of the album sessions, tape rolling straight after the sound check - pure improvisation. Nice breathing sounds.
Wow, Dylan sounds like he's hitting a k hole on this one, no train required.
Spammers beware, Bill tells you where to stick your penis enlargement on this ode to chillin'.
'Go! Get out of this house! Now!!'. Bill, Dylan and Steve got into full dress for This Room with much pacing up and down and head banging to get the right ambience. Dylan flying on the solo, the method acting really paying off.
An optimistic cri de couer, walk tall and look the world right in the redeye.