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...roaring out of the mean streets and back alley public houses of manchester, this northern england blues band kicked it like the end of the world was happening...apocalyptic rent party scrounging loud and proud swill mongers whose only concerns were running down the manx voodoo for the onlooking hippys who sometimes got on the receiving end of the singers wrath if they didn't get in the groove...stackwaddy took blowing up a storm seriously, they had no time for cats who don't go the 'full mile when it comes to rocking...this first wax was out on the dandelion label in 71 and it holds plenty of covers (including van vliets 'sure nuff'n yes i do', a very popular tune in albion underground circles) that get a thorough mangling in bleating stackwaddy style...'roadrunner/rollin' stone/bring it to jerome/suzie q' all great tunes get warm beer and cheap wine poured over them, then ritually smoked up in a ounce of hash...robert johnson may not recognise this refried later version of his beloved music but possibly someone like tommy mccllennan, the whiskey headed cat might, he'd recognise that 'goin' for th'one', bowling over everything that gets in a cats way, keeping the festering choogle going for as long as possible...stackwaddy prowl the lost highway looking for the midnight bar with the blinding neon glow that burns for the annointed ones, the layabouts who dig a real funky portion of backdoor R&B slops... 
...this second wax from the mighty stackwaddy proved once and for all that these cats were kings of the festering slag heap when it come to laying down the mutating fried over boogie sludge...from the first tune it's obvious these layabouts have been partaking with mighty sniffs from the cauldren filled with voodoo swamp gas and washing it down with warm boddingtons ale, until the mix is complete and the stackwaddy sweaty R&B trance groove is ready to roll...this whole shebang is recorded live with amps squeeling and ringing, tape hissing and cats talking of many wonderous things in the background...basement level (non)production gives the authenticity needed to carry the heavy back alley vibes, the messy swill that was the 'waddy...beered up aggression pounding its way to freedom, breaking on through to other side, escaping the social gravity thats holds a lot of true cats back...one of the best ever blue rock combos because this is from the heart, they're playing this music because its the only way they know, its not note perfect true to the original art and its that non adherence to strict and resticting authenticity that makes them that very thing, authentic and no real exaggeration to muse that its authentic enough to play maxwell street in chicago back in the day and see the local cats know this is the real deal (T-model ford would give this the thumbs up if he'd ever cop an earful)...these motorway cafe hooligans make the edgar broughton crew look like nice middle class boys, maybe jesse hectors crushed butler came near to emulating the 'waddy way with their dirty R&B jams, but not too many others...over 40 minutes of top class swill oozing its way into the consciousness of any cats willing to see the light and know the 'waddy could have been contenders...
...roaring out of the mean streets and back alley public houses of manchester, this northern england blues band kicked it like the end of the world was happening...apocalyptic rent party scrounging loud and proud swill mongers whose only concerns were running down the manx voodoo for the onlooking hippys who sometimes got on the receiving end of the singers wrath if they didn't get in the groove...stackwaddy took blowing up a storm seriously, they had no time for cats who don't go the 'full mile when it comes to rocking...this first wax was out on the dandelion label in 71 and it holds plenty of covers (including van vliets 'sure nuff'n yes i do', a very popular tune in albion underground circles) that get a thorough mangling in bleating stackwaddy style...'roadrunner/rollin' stone/bring it to jerome/suzie q' all great tunes get warm beer and cheap wine poured over them, then ritually smoked up in a ounce of hash...robert johnson may not recognise this refried later version of his beloved music but possibly someone like tommy mccllennan, the whiskey headed cat might, he'd recognise that 'goin' for th'one', bowling over everything that gets in a cats way, keeping the festering choogle going for as long as possible...stackwaddy prowl the lost highway looking for the midnight bar with the blinding neon glow that burns for the annointed ones, the layabouts who dig a real funky portion of backdoor R&B slops... 
...this second wax from the mighty stackwaddy proved once and for all that these cats were kings of the festering slag heap when it come to laying down the mutating fried over boogie sludge...from the first tune it's obvious these layabouts have been partaking with mighty sniffs from the cauldren filled with voodoo swamp gas and washing it down with warm boddingtons ale, until the mix is complete and the stackwaddy sweaty R&B trance groove is ready to roll...this whole shebang is recorded live with amps squeeling and ringing, tape hissing and cats talking of many wonderous things in the background...basement level (non)production gives the authenticity needed to carry the heavy back alley vibes, the messy swill that was the 'waddy...beered up aggression pounding its way to freedom, breaking on through to other side, escaping the social gravity thats holds a lot of true cats back...one of the best ever blue rock combos because this is from the heart, they're playing this music because its the only way they know, its not note perfect true to the original art and its that non adherence to strict and resticting authenticity that makes them that very thing, authentic and no real exaggeration to muse that its authentic enough to play maxwell street in chicago back in the day and see the local cats know this is the real deal (T-model ford would give this the thumbs up if he'd ever cop an earful)...these motorway cafe hooligans make the edgar broughton crew look like nice middle class boys, maybe jesse hectors crushed butler came near to emulating the 'waddy way with their dirty R&B jams, but not too many others...over 40 minutes of top class swill oozing its way into the consciousness of any cats willing to see the light and know the 'waddy could have been contenders...
Two Great LP's,thanks for spreading the word.
ReplyDeletestack waddy are the real deal alright...
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