Heart of a Punk Soul of a Rasta

The Courtesy Group "Tradesman's Entrance"
Well I haven't felt like this for a while, not since 2004 anyway, after listening to "Bungalow Hi" by Wreckless Eric for the first time, yes I definitely felt like this, then. And by the way, what a marvellous album cover, we used to have a North Sea gas fire like that when I was a kid. My brothers and me used to come home from school, stick on the tele, stick on the fire and then get out the dried spaghetti. We'd crowd around the fire each clutching a long stick of dried uncooked spaghetti which we would shove through the safety bars until it caught fire. Then we'd pull out the lit pasta, blow it out and eat it, shove it back in again, blow it out again, nibble off a bit more and so on. It tasted toasted. It tasted burnt. It tasted like charcoal with a subtle aftertaste of raw butane - it was great. I don't know why we used to do it, but in the long run it never did me any harm. So where was I? Is it time for my injection Nurse? Oh yes "Bungalow Hi".
Not since listening to "Bungalow Hi" for the first time have I felt like this. I feel like I've just returned from overseas and, for the first time in a long time suddenly I hear an English voice. Please excuse me while I brush away a tear. Yeah I feel like I'm back from London after far too long away, sitting on the platform at Birmingham New Street Station waiting for the train to Wolves when suddenly, for the first time in a long time, I hear the laconic moronic sing song lilt of a Midland accent. We are a confused, shabby, dysfunctional, awkward, and unhinged island nation, but we are nothing if not compelling. And this is what "Tradesman's Entrance" by The Courtesy Group is, totally and unnervingly compelling.

Now I could prattle on and on and go through each track on the CD and enthral, I mean, bore you shitless with how many musical references I could conjure up.