DEBUT ALBUM OUT NOW! - 'The Sun Shines On The Righteous' [Dirty Shoe 001].
"If nothing else The Jooks of Kent have succeeded in making what is perhaps the loudest album I have ever heard in my life. Like yr grandpa's AM car radio volume knob shoved all the way 'round til it snaps itself off and jumps out the wing vents. The Jooks bring the distorted power of their raw boogie hard and sexy like some insane hybrid mutt dog cross of Sooper Chikan humpin' on the leg of Bob Log III.The Jooks are a mean, jankety little three piece made up out of Chris Simmonds on mouth harp, Scarlett Rickard on drums, washboard and whathaveyou, plus Guitar/vocals by Tim Ray Rogers. They've opened for such punkass blues luminaries as Mr.Scott H Biram and Seasick Steve and are regulars on the Not The Same Old Blues Crap circuit. They also run their own lil' PUNK BLUES TRASH ROCK'N'ROLL night out in Folkestone on the coast of Kent. But y'all don't care about Folkestone. Y'all just want to know what the album sounds like. Fine. Fine! It's a blind drunk stolen car spree brodie spinnin' thrill ride with with iggy's stooges and Majic Dick in the back seat of The Fall's olde '66 hot rod (motor kustom built by Jon Spencer (not Jesus) ) with the ghost of Hasil Adkins at the wheel and Cap'n Beefheart ridin' shotgun. Mud ballin' n' ass haulin' straight thru the Medway megaliths with the headlights smashed out by yr ex-wifes new best friend the Aldington Gang. I was drankin' on the first night I sat down to listen to the Jooks of Kents new album The Sun Shines On The Righteous and woke up the next morning in the garage with hay in my hair, a greasy wet harp stain across my forehead, a broken 2B drumstick in my back pocket, an E string tied to my ankle, blood on my teeth and mud on my knees. I couldn't have been happier."
From 'THE JOOKS OF KENT: The Righteous Return of the Raw Boogie!' by Rick Saunders (www.ricksaunders.blogspot.com)
"The suns all hottin' and a rottin' hot.Swamps all stinkin'and hot. Bass drum stuffed with cotton to muffle the soundwaves that float along the bayou. Mildew grows on tattered vintage amps that buzz like a swarm of crickets stripping a field of doomed crops. Drum skins stuck with duck tape, splintered sticks. One man sucks on a rusty harmonica, the sound is scratchy, raw and divine. Guitar is sweaty, rusty strings slackened and detuned. The Jooks of Kent are primal, encapsulating and pure["Those that look out the window are darkened"]. In the day they pick sloe berries off the blackthorn, slashing their hands on the thorns, dreaming in the frayed heat. At night they drink home made whiskey and play their own distillation of DeltaBluesStomp and polyrhythmic punk blues. Like Jon Spencer playing along to old Beefheart records on a transistor radio the Jooks of Kent open the show with a swagger. The simplicity and instinctiveness of the Jooks of Kents sound/style is victorious and benefits from opening the show. The Chambers warms up accordingly, like the valves in the amps and mosquitoes are slapped on open necks. Don't sleep too close to the fan though or you'll catch a disease".---- Fletch XO--Souvenir magazine.
'The Sun Shines on the Righteous' punk trash blues LP now available on eBay! Go get yesself one baby!
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