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The Courtesy Group "Tradesman's Entrance"
I could say saft shit like "This is what The Fall would have sounded like in '79 if Mark E Smith had been born in Bordesley Green" - Bordesley Green is the birthplace of Andre Gide in case you didn't know. I could say "If you put Gristle, Beefheart, Marrow, Devoto, Splinters of bone, Cooper Clarke, Offal, Pil, mechanically recovered animal tissue and Warsaw into a mincer and turned the handle what would be extruded into the sausage skin would be The Courtesy Group".
But no, f*** that for a game of marbles, I'll keep it brief, all I'm going to do say is this:
All we members of humankind share the ability to believe.
Usually (but not exclusively) we believe in concepts.
Usually (but not exclusively) these concepts are fanciful.
We believe in a good Sky God presiding over us from a merciful heaven.
We believe in a Dark malevolent God who is forever mocking us from within.
We believe with complete certainty in the infallibility of our local football side.
We believe against all historical fact in the unassailable truthfulness of our nation and in its natural right of supremacy over all others.
We believe with complete certainty (for 5 seconds at least) that the scratch card we have just bought will payout a full jackpot.
We believe intuitively that Derek Acorah is communicating with dead folk instead of just making a decent living for himself.
We believe in altruism, UFO's, Big Foot, the Yeti, we believe that Telford is a place, we believe in evil and we believe that the Monkees really did have some musical ability.
Yes humankind has the beautiful dim witted capacity to believe in all kinds of shitola.

But believe in the ravings of an old scribbler? No, that surely is a fancy too far. But perhaps if I said "Tradesman's Entrance" is "A parochial journey through the nervous system of a single human soul made universal by the application of a .20p biro on a .99p A4 pad" Would it make a difference? No? What if I simply said "I love this album and I'd like it if you to love it too", would that sway you? Still no? Well you're right, the album review is dead, long live the myspace site.

"The sanest days are mad, why don't you find out for yourself".
Go on, click on the link, and f*** off.

PS One piece of advice before you go, to enhance your musical pleasure, once you've bought your copy of "Tradesman's Entrance" shove it on a C60 and enjoy it in the way God intended on an old Hitachi, Dolby setting On - fucking A!

All done, & without having to mention a certain small black and white sea bird - phew!