We used to write letters to bands when they put a contact address on their singles (ie "add them as friends"?) , if you were lucky you got one back with maybe a sticker or a badge or something. These guys sent me back an awesome big=cool 2" badge, and a photo, they told me I was a member of their fanclub and to expect lots of cool stuff, I never heard from 'em again but I like to think Im still a member of the fanclub.
Unfortunately the photo had their names on it and I could never really feel as strongly about them after I learned the drummer called himself "the mad moppet", the importance of a bit of mystique guys......
Okay I broke the rules, this is from a record not a tape but, this is my blog , I make the rules ok. Yeh Im the boss! I really tried to rip the whole LP but it is so FUCKING BAD, that I couldnt do it.
Im afraid now to play the singles that made me love these guys, what if its just those rosey glasses again? what if they were a crappy scouse rock band with no redeeming qualities? (as this record would emphatically demonstrate) .
Do they play "Cranked up really high"? no.
Do they play "Dame to Blame" ? no.
Do they play "Bitch" ? no
they play "Sister" freaking "Ray"......
its only redeeming quality is the "rapport" built with an obviously hostile crowd, that ends with the classic "my guitar is strong" retort.
"Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone "
Slaughter and the Dogs
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