- Music
- 02 Oct 02
EMBD make a almighty racket, and they only seem to have the one trick up their sleeve
Welcome to a 26-minute album of uncompromising speedfreak swamp-crawling rockabilly blues. For their debut album, Brighton’s latest great white hopes seem to have taken their cue from Pixies’ ‘Nimrod’s Son’ and, from what I can gather amidst all the snarling and howling, there’s a running theme of doing unspeakable things with family members, whether your own or others’. The opening number, ‘Celebrate Your Mother,’ is a cheery little ditty ruminating on the dubious joys of incest and all manner of psychosexual violence and bad-ass madness elsewhere.
Former single ‘Morning Has Broken’ makes the phrase ‘making love’ sound like the nastiest deed imaginable, while in ‘Fishfingers’ singer Guy McKnight proclaims himself the Son of God over a blitzkreig of squealing riffs. EMBD make a almighty racket, and they only seem to have the one trick up their sleeve, but that’s all they need right now.