A sleek-assed slice of the working man blues from Sir Spag and the boys. Tarnished by the toil of the road, truck stops and buckets o’ blood and bourbon as ever the ‘Suckers lift what could be bland and business-like into Bronx-brawn with boots full of truth and toothsome tipples and tasters. Succinctly showing all sides of the suck, like seeds have been sown that aren’t just down to luck, ‘Breaking Honey’s Heart’ is Eddie sat with his second family – a pack of lonesome prairie dawgs that hang out chez Edd when he’s away, hankering for scraps of bacon fat and Hag records – ‘Here I Am’ continues the timeline between Steve Earle and The ‘Suckers that started nigh on a decade ago. ‘I Like It All, Man’ shows that the sacrilicious souls will never be exorcised, which is worth drinking to, if not for. Re-recordings of old friends ‘Roadworn and Weary’ and ‘Creepy Jackalope Eye’ (both nicely 6/6/6 versions) may be slightly redundant on paper but are more than welcome, especially in their new outfits. ‘Roadworn…’ in full band mode with a guitar outro that slams the hatch on Slash into his snakepit for sure, and ‘…Jackalope…’ saunters by into a horizon, tattered shirt blowing in desert breeze and shorn of the seismic assault of the original version showcases Spaghetti’s unique urban eye on the country skyline often lost under the punk’n’roll scrawl.
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-Stu Gibson