Review by Paul Monkhouse for MPM
The South Coast cowboys are at it again, causing a ruckus in this tale of addiction to an irresistible urge.
Laced with their usual high stepping and trail dust style, this tongue in cheek paeon to the dangers of being a music fan absolutely glories in it’s 70’s vibe where the Stones find themselves jamming with Joe Walsh as the rest of the Eagles try to get a word in edgeways.
One of the many highlights from their recent scorching ‘Pantomime Villains’ album, this is an irresistible taster for those not bitten by the bug yet.
These guys are having a ball and it would be churlish to turn down the invitation to the party.