“Unexpected cold weather and snow cause untold mayhem and abject chaos across the entirety of the UK. Again. Roads blocked, airports closed, gig attendance at all time low.” Sigh, what a shame.
So on to the stage saunters Dan Sartain in The Captain’s Rest, looking every inch the rock and roll rake that he is, both in stature and demeanour.
Dan Sartain Lives! cries the album title and this doozy sounds not like the lurching, fetid, corpse of a reanimated zombie rock and roller but a shiny and brilliant, celestial rebirth in Dante’s Inferno.
The Black Hand Gang, as everyone should know, were the spark that triggered the onset of the First World War. By plotting and eventually executing a rather important Austrian chap by the name of Franz Ferdinand decades of tension over territory in Europe came to a head in a fairly catastrophic way. Interestingly, Franz Ferdinand [...]
A rollicking throw down of a tune that kicks in all rock-a-billy drum skiffles with jangly wee guitar licks on top.
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