Album Review: The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - 'Blood & Fire' (Black)
A triumphant return for Britrock's great weird hopes
Exactly how many Class As can a band guzzle before emerging on the other side? Ask [b]The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster[/b]. Once Britrock’s great weird hopes, TEMBD’s intermittent missives betrayed a downward narcotic abuse spiral fit to put the ‘disaster’ into that moniker. Yet [b]Guy McKnight[/b]’s Buddhist shock-rock troops were always too eccentric to let such trivialities triumph. With the drugs shelved and a new guitarist, the band fucked off to France and returned with this. At first glance, the rebirth isn’t startling, trademark psychobilly still spewing from every orifice. But when McKnight announces [i]“I could have died”[/i] seconds into [b]‘Love Turns To Hate’[/b], it’s clear that dogged determination has superseded once-cocked eyebrows. The ghost of [b]Cramps[/b] singer [b]Lux Interior[/b] haunting [a]Editors[/a] isn’t a nice mental image, but that’s pretty much where we find ourselves. By the time [b]‘Under My Chin’[/b] swaggers around the corner like [b]Josh Homme[/b]’s undead lovechild, TEMBD’s full pomp stomp approaches unstoppable momentum. Absorbing on an almost parasitic level.
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