Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster and a brief moment of deliveration…
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Once upon a time, in the early-ish 2000s, there was a point when the band Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster seemed like the saviours of something…
…they sprung/were heralded/promoted from the indie music world but they were a creation unto themselves – one that seemed to channel the spirit of The Cramps and a kind of deranged psychobilly rock’n’roll horror (but without the sometimes lumpen-ness of that particular subculture)…
…but it seemed as though they had come upon such things and culture without being a homage to such things past.
Suave, punk, deranged. All words that could be applied. Birthday Party-esque might also be appropriate here.
They put out a single or few and one fine brief album – Horse Of The Dog and a primeval roar of a single in Celebrate Your Mother, that made you feel eighteen all over again even if that particular birthday was a fair few years away…
…and then it all seemed to fall apart. The second album wasn’t quite all that, moneyed record labels leant them a moment or two and then wandered away…
So, this particular day/page is something of a tribute or a homage to that brief moment when everything seemed possible.
Oh and to a commitment that if you’re going to tour the country on (I expect) tuppence ha’penny then having the decency to do it in a custom painted 1947 vintage Humber limousine is greatly appreciated.
A considered, quite moving tribute to the band and youthful faith by Aaron Merat can be found here.
Traces and continuations can be found here.
Peruse their recorded output here – and in particular Horse of The Dog and Celebrate Your Mother here and here.
Restore youthful faith here.
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