Imagine if Hanoi Rocks took their cue from The Small Faces
and The Who rather than from The New York Dolls, The Rolling Stones, and other
such rockers.
Well imagine no more because Last Great Dreamers are writing the music you can
hear in your head.
There's something quintessentially English about them. Like Gary Holton with
The Heavy Metal Kids they have that cheeky chappy a nods as good as a wink
shtick sorted out, but there's far more going on than a punk rock Oliver Twist
story.
It's as if someone has thrown a handful of the mod revival bands into the
Hydron Collider and seen what happens when you smash them into the UK
And the fusion ultimately works too.
It's rock and roll dark matter created that will suck us all in and turn us
inside out.
Now how good does that sound?
Well now consider that these words just aren't covering it. They don't come
close. It's actually better than that.
The terrace stomp of the seventies, the summer of love, the sunset strip,
Camden Market and a soupçon of Soho . It's all
there. From the sixties through to now, and even a taste of Britpop to flavour
it further.
It's a heady mix of a trip of an album, and you can even dance to the fucker.
I bladdy love it.
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