Unassuming and strangely hypnotic.
The archly titled junk-funk excursions of deadpan Bristolians EPB are often frustratingly lightweight but occasionally touched by genius. Their latest offering finds Davey
paying blank-voiced tribute to an eccentric object of desire ([I]”I love a girl who smokes a pipe”[/I]) while his rhythm buddies do their best to recreate Trio‘s nifty novelty Krautpop smasheroo ‘Da Da Da’ on guitars and kazoos. Unassuming and strangely hypnotic.