Ahhh.. Pipe? check. Slippers? check. Soda? jerk. There are only seven ways to skin a horse, and even fewer to describe this release.
Winners of the "Robert Eggington Scholarship For Musical Excellence" (2002), this band has been tipped for the tip by the toppermost of the poppermost. Helmed by the near legendary Cieran Jeremiah (check out his solo LP, "No Shirt/No Pants") this is a band that thrives on musical excellence and limited social etiquette.
Huge in parts of europe, especially the old eastern block, but largely ignored in their homeland. Those lucky enough to have seen Wurzel Miyage live will have felt 40 minutes older (45 if they played an encore).
But this is not music that eases in like a wine and cheese evening. Jumping from country to funk to punk to euro disco to yodelling to pure pop to post op. pre-post rock and post menstrual yunk (I made that last one up).
A Times review summed them up simply as "21st century geek rock on acid", however they remain one of the finest harmony vocal groups to have released a record on April 12th this year.
There is no telling where this group can go next, and don't bother asking, they simply won't listen.
If rock was a bakery, Wurzel would be the odd looking cream horn at the back of the display cabinet, you're not sure if you want to try it, but by god there's creamy goodness to be had if you'll just be willing to try.
Favourite tunes: all of them, except for some.