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CRACKTOWN

We Touch Your Face!

About Me

I Made my layout at whateverlife.com
What-ho, cats and kittens; we're CracKTown.
Clearly, for some of you, that won't be a disclosure that will loosen the bladder and soil the underlinen, so permit us to explain. CrackTown are a pair of liberalbilly chancers who've been purveying a robust blend of country, blues, folk, and punk that have delighted, challenged, and terrified audiences all over the UK in roughly equal measure. Eschewing the easy lure of popular approbation by churning out the same tiresome sub-Indie cuntery that seems to be all that's on offer to music-lovers these days, His Rodent Highness, The King Rat and the ever-erudite Silver Fox have chosen to use their skills to delinieate the horrors and absurdities of our wretched age through ironic genre-buggery and slightly heavy-handed didacticism. Should you be feeling an ill-defined sense of malaise, and a desire for lyrics that deal with more than the rather trite juxtaposition of love and Class A drugs, CracKTown are your lads every time.
CrackTown's burnin' vermin have "done the do" with some of the greatest luminaries of the alt/acoustic scene, from Glasgow to Brighton, and have made many, many friends - popular gadabouts, or shameless whores? You decide, cats and kittens; vox populi, vox dei, and all that.
Should you want to aid and abet us in our quest for global domination, vote for us on:
www.xfmuploaded.co.uk/cracktown
Just find us and vote for us once every day and make democracy work for the better. No registration is required, so you won't be bothered with a lot of forms and unsolicited mail. Come on, eh? Be a part of the solution for once...
Everybody Loves CrackTown?
Well, not everybody, obviously; there are bound to be those churls that - through mental aberrations for which they are not to be blamed - are not entirely enraptured by our magnificence. Many are, though, and while we'd love to regale you with any number of fulsome and grovelling reviews, we appreciate that trudging through acres of provincial music journalism may well induce something like an embolism in the right-minded reader. Consequently, we've chosen a rather minimalist approach.
“CrackTown are as crazy as they are clever; somewhere between insanity and brilliance, you’ll find them and their clever set of songs.” – www.thisisull.com
“A two-headed mythological Anti-Folk blues beast…CrackTown are the new musical sheriffs in town and they have the badges to prove it.” – The Luminaire
“..as musicians and songwriters they are both superlatively proficient … yes, they do provide quality laughs, but to pigeonhole them as a comedy act would be to do them a grave disservice.” – Sandman Magazine
“Their very own brand of political, harmonica-driven blues, bristling with sharp lyrics and cutting wit.” - Tenfoot City Magazine
“It’s no wonder that the talented support act were somewhat overshadowed; CrackTown epitomise impact.” – www.thisisull.com
"They should never have invaded Stalingrad." - General Patton"Alien Invasion" the 12bar London April 2007"Nazi Girl" Derbyshire Ashes August 2008

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 5/12/2006
Band Members: AN EROTIC APPRECIATION OF CRACKTOWN'S CLASSIC LINE-UP:

For too long now, far too little attention has been paid to the considerable physical charms ot the band that almost nobody refers to as "The Town"; let us bring an end to this unpardonable silence right now.

Consider the lissome form of THE SILVER FOX (harp/hoarse screams) as he whirls and struts the stage like the sexual predator he is. While the finer details of his spare physique are rendered a tantalising mystery by his penchant for long, voluminous coats, his unfettered movements and his labial limberness are, without doubt, a carnival of carnality - step right up, indeed.

Furthermore, cast your greedy, lust-crazed eyes immediately to his right: does not the stern, commanding frame of KING RAT (guitar/vocals) compel the heart and groin to do backflips? Very much so, we're sure you'll agree. While he favours an almost monolithic stillness onstage, the discerning connoisseur of concupiscence will realise that this conceals a dormant volcano of sexual athleticism. Similarly, the sharper-eyed observer will note his long nimble fingers as they dance a mesmerising and frenetic fandango 'cross the frets, hinting at all manner of possibilities. He takes (and fills) a size 12 shoe, too: need one say more?
Influences: Oh, you'd like to know that, wouldn't you? Well, it's not going to happen, right? What, are we here to spoon-feed you? Jesus fucking Christ, if you can't work THAT out for yourselves, go and check out less demanding acts - does the name "Reverend and the Makers" ring a bell?
Sounds Like: Derek and Clive beatin' Simon and Garfunkel with the bones of Robert Johnson.
Record Label: Pure West
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

DISCOGRAPHY

IF ANYONE WANTS THE FIRST OR SECOND ALBUM PLEASE GET IN TOUCH THROUGH MYSPACE   Songs in the Key of Fuck Off (2003) CHARLTON HESTON EAST RIDING YORKSHIRE RIPPER CHRISTIANS AND EARTHQUAKES ALIEN I...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 06:25:00 PST

We Dont Like Cricket - So Fuck It: an appraisal of Derbyshire Doings.

So, cats and kittens: our stinking, sodden tents have been carefully put away to fester in the airing cupboard for another few months; the grime and pain have been swabbed from our scabrous carcasses;...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 10:10:00 PST

Martians, Venusians, and other figments of the popular imagination

  Firstly, an apology to the more nerdly of you who may, from the above title, have expected a stimulating and wide-reaching reappraisal of populist science-fiction  Battlestar Galactica, Dan Da...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 10:00:00 PST

Charlton Heston Is Dead - Long Live "Charlton Heston".

That Charlton Heston would one day die was, of course, a possibility that CrackTown were always aware of.  We were not perhaps as aware of it in the same immediate and constant way as one is awar...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 08:50:00 PST

The Passion Of The Christ

Historians, with their tendency towards self-aggrandisement, and their craving for material gain (tweed jackets with suede elbow patches don’t grow on trees, after all; nor do unusual bow-ties a...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:07:00 PST

A LONG-FELT NEED

While taking my daily constitutional through the bowels of this virtual world of ours earlier today, I was struck by a thought: why don't more bands have pictures of themselves taken while standi...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:16:00 PST

Shit film review

It was with nothing to do and two mates to do nothing with that we found ourselves watching "Alien Vs Predator - requiem" - it wasnt as shit as the last one but thats like saying Fred West wasnt ...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:35:00 PST

Speaking Words of Wisdom: "Mr Grimsdale!"

As will be obvious from the title, the following screed is largely inspired by the comedy legend, Norman Wisdom.  An odd choice, you may think, and I have to say that on the face of it, I'd agre...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 08:25:00 PST

3 line film review 207

Fred Claus - a review Soon to be released, the role of Vince Vaughn is aptly portrayed by Vince Vaughn despite studio bosses backing the hiring of a Vince Vaughn impersonater. The story revolves arou...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:04:00 PST

THE DEATH AND LIFE OF SANTAS BUGGER BOYZ

THE DEATH AND LIFE OF SANTA'S BUGGER BOYZ A Critical Overview This brief appraisal of the work and social impact of the work of Santa's Bugger Boyz is culled from Ian Jessop's recently published meis...
Posted by CRACKTOWN on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 12:37:00 PST