Happy Hour

Is there a reason why session musicians remain exactly that – anonymous goons drafted in to implement someone else’s ideas because letting them loose on their own would cause a blight on our charts and an eyesore in our magazine? Yes, and it’s spelt Palladium, four fops just off the Twat Express who combine fezzes, rim shots and flute flourishes that Enigma would be ashamed of into a whole world of wrong. To paraphrase their very own press release: “the worst band on earth, right?”