HE BLOCKHEADS Joining the charactorial ranks of Ada, Trevor and Billy we have "George the Human Pigeon" pounding the streets with a can of Tenants Super in his hand "The biggest issue of George's day is how to quench his thirst". "No Go Central" next and this is Hussey at his most eloquent, comic, and acerbic - stuck on the wrong side with "a disenfranchised underclass sick of eating bread without the butter" and here Jankel and the Blockheads are in full super massive James Brown mode, top man. The final track "Elegant Style" is half elegy half resolution and a perfect end to this wonderful and strangely somehow joyous album. "Staring down the Barrel" is most definitely a coherent "album" rather than a bunch of disparate tracks shoved onto plastic (I know we bang on and on about this all the time, but it needs underlining, the ART of constructing an album is being lost - if you are in doubt of how it should be done listen to this one). Finally - If only we could only see down the barrel of Peter Blake's gun on the front cover, if only there was vague wisp of smoke to be seen, then we would know whether the chamber is still loaded or whether the bullet has already been fatally discharged. "Time alone only time will tell, you think you're in heaven when you're living in hell". - Thanks Bob.

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Joining the charactorial ranks of Ada, Trevor and Billy we have "George the Human Pigeon" pounding the streets with a can of Tenants Super in his hand "The biggest issue of George's day is how to quench his thirst".

"No Go Central" next and this is Hussey at his most eloquent, comic, and acerbic - stuck on the wrong side with "a disenfranchised underclass sick of eating bread without the butter" and here Jankel and the Blockheads are in full super massive James Brown mode, top man.

The final track "Elegant Style" is half elegy half resolution and a perfect end to this wonderful and strangely somehow joyous album. "Staring down the Barrel" is most definitely a coherent "album" rather than a bunch of disparate tracks shoved onto plastic (I know we bang on and on about this all the time, but it needs underlining, the ART of constructing an album is being lost - if you are in doubt of how it should be done listen to this one).

Finally - If only we could only see down the barrel of Peter Blake's gun on the front cover, if only there was vague wisp of smoke to be seen, then we would know whether the chamber is still loaded or whether the bullet has already been fatally discharged. "Time alone only time will tell, you think you're in heaven when you're living in hell". - Thanks Bob.

Anyway the nightmare of Kidderminster has now passed. Good old Kidderminster a fabulous place to pass through - just don't get out the car! And now it's time for me to shut my eyes and dream that sweet dream, you know one, the one when I go into that charity shop and find a copy of "Sex and Drugs & Rock and Roll". Not the normal run of the mill one, oh no the freebie one pressed for the NME party in '77 with "Two Stiff steep hills" and "England's Glory" on the B side. And there it is before me with a 30p sticker on it - "sweet mystery of life at last I've found you" - shit, why does my alarm always go off before I get to touch it?



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