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“Consume
my shoes everyday…”
– ‘John Chet’ (erm, Joan Jett?)
 Coming
out fighting in the midst of some jitterbuggin’, jivin’, wailing and
boogaloo-ing off with each others bail as though they’re the patron saints
of some new national dance for their Swiss rollin’ homelands The Come N’
Go have nurtured a love of ‘Nuggets’, well, Chocolate Watch Bands ‘Let’s
Talk About Girls’ anyway, and those kind of narcotics that make you talk
and sweat like James Browns ankles at The Apollo in 1962 but when you
dance you end up ‘impressing’ that cute girl with a woeful approximation
of Jagger’s baby giraffe ass-gurning from early Stones clips while she
looks away with the casual disdain of Keef. Mixing in some Gories, Them
with Van Morrison in a particularly petulant mood, a flambed n’ groovy cut
across Creedence’s ‘Commotion’ for all the world like an outtake from
‘Aftermath’ after they’ve fed Brian Jones some of their meth, guitars as
dry as corn husks and I fully imagine a tongue to boot what with all this
talk about girls and possibly, and very commendably, the only band to have
a song about having visions of Guitar Wolf (‘Beerland’) on their ganja
growing garage jams.
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