Ramalamafuckinglama people n SHAZAAAAM! This is one ass kicking, ankle twisting hip swivelling start to the New Year '05...and if all post I received contained such unearthly voodoo verllaaammming examples of staggering swagger then I might lay off the whisky a bit more. Seemingly possessed by the real spirits of Iggy and Jagger, Thee Butchers throw out some mighty fine hooch-sodden stompin' struttin' rollin' hoodoo R'n'B like some shaman intoxicated by the spirits and writhing in a whirlwind swirl of their own making. But these wild-eyed fuckers are gonna be taking at least some of us with them, red-eyed, bleeding, and fucking delirious....you can smell the drinks....an evil witch mixture....hear them being poured, glasses clink, smash on the floor, ground in by frantic feet, the audience whooping and a-hollering all along the dirty grime strewn streets long after the show's over. This lot are feral and unbridled, a fervid contagion, carried away on their own infection, screeching along in the background, wild animals communicating in ancient tongues, in the simplest purest form, sheer jean fading Rock'n'Roll passion, romance and sheer vivacity. Poised like tigers ready to pounce, cruising and carousing down the strip like cheetahs, frantic shakes and shimmies like 'Right Now' and 'You Betcha', pausing for a sip of a drink and a slouch throught the sticky fingered 'Everybody's Got The Devil Inside', escaping down back alleys and over roof-tops like a stray cat to the strains of a pulverizing primeval beat called 'Don't Ask Me Why'. Wonderfully loose, inventive, irreverent, relevant, intoxicating and FUN. This is Rock'n'Roll of the highest order, it fucking SWINGS...let's leave the last words to the guys themselves shall we?

'You Better Start Shaking Right Now'.

Right On. Oh, fucking RIGHT ON.