The Jim Jones Revue remind you there's nothing more thrilling than the primal howl of proto-rock'n'roll
“I wanna get down, man like… ‘GO MAN, GO!” comes the howl, two minutes in, over a menacing Fats Domino boogie. From there, the in-yer-face intensity doesn’t let up at all. Even when the pace slows, as on ‘Eagle Eye Ball’, it still feels like Londoner Jim Jones is about to bite your face off. He and the four gents in his Revue are here to remind you there’s nothing more thrilling than the primal howl of proto-rock’n’roll, and this, their third album, is their most convincing sermon yet. Respect also, in 2012, for putting out an album with only nine tunes (but no flab). It’s not against the law, y’know.