Primal rock n roll stalking the M4 corridor, skipping through the service stations at 3 in the morning, spilling coffee, seeing double, buying diesel.
Lorries crawl up the slopes and turn off into out of town commercial centres.
Elemental rock n roll emanating and radiating out of the Thames Valley.
From the black gold refineries on the delta in the east, through the plague pits and flesh pots of the metropolis, we continue west. Over the floodplains till we reach the chalk stained ghostly uplands where we encounter the source.
Three chords and metal across strings still ringing in your ears.
That’s not tinnitus that’s the holy spirit.
Four lived in bodies with nothing to lose and old enough to know better pick up their instruments and attempt to plug in.
Paul O.D. piledrives it from the bottom on the devil-devil bass.
Andy P. provides lacerations and exclamations on the lead guitar.
Paul G. orchestrates it on the drums.
Steve could be out of control and out of his depth on slide.
Original songs using the primitive method.
