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FOOTLONG PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS BORN TO ROCK!!! VOL.1
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The real class n’ sass here tho’ is provided by Kid Voodoo and Zombina and the Skeletones. Kid Voodoo’s ‘The Ballad Of Johnny Black and Lucy White’ isn’t even their best but the mid-tempo tequila, tumbleweed and tamale tremor shows their sheer splendour, effortlessly escorting you to exquisite realms as yet unimagined. Zombina’s ‘Zombie Hop’ is kooky garage bubblegum B-Movie space-pop, gladly more B-52’s than Blondie, but definitely Farfisa’s and phasers a go-go. I’m not sure who would ever call Gizmo classy, gassy perhaps, but ‘Oi!’ is just splendid for its insane and almost cerebral stupidity. Ska, jazz, BB King blues licks, Michael Jackson style high-pitched twitterings. Oh, and some gut-gouging grindcore metal.
Keep an eye out for Vol. 2...There’s a hell of a lot of stuff that’s Born
To Rock round these parts. |
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-Stu Gibson |
Operating out of the wet wilds of the Shropshire countryside, dodging
hippies, stoners and mushroom-monging Hawkwind heads and, possibly, the
odd Mott The Hoople fan via Manchester, Footlong are forcing the
issue that there’s far more to the UK than Coldplay condensed Campbells
soup after being left to go cold for fifteen minutes pap, soggy Snow
Patrol, emo Muse-ings and whingy indie whimperings in general by rounding
up a few troopers from the basement bar flea-pits where Revenge Of The
Psychotronic Man, who open this set with ‘Here’s One For You’
- think Turbonegro chasing the Wildhearts around in panic at their
evermore inventive uses for the crackpipe...manic madcap punk’n’roll -
host their monthly ‘That’s Not Skanking’ night. Midlanders The Blunts
aren’t dissimilar but swap the gurning for gravel-gargling and up the
brick-busting boogie steamroller ante that Jesus Burgers, featuring ex-Dog
Toffee members, funk-rock workout fails to fence in. Five Dead Men
are as frantic as their namesakes about to swing from the gallows, their ‘Basic
Training’ twitches and stomps like Strummers right leg, punching
out paranoia that seeps into Kings of the Delmar’s ‘Very
American’, a caustic but typical tirade at American ills not
unlike recent Green Day. Kamikaze Sperm’s blend of Ramones, So-Cal
speed and saxes is always gonna remind you of X-Ray Spex but three times
as fast. Which ain’t a bad thing, especially when you remove Polly’s
squawk from the equation.