Many years ago, I spent my summers in a place called Kinsale in Co. Cork. In those days we had a record player and a small bunch of records which we played until the stylus ploughed its way through to the other side. Bob Dylan, The Kinks, The Beatles, James Taylor, The Peddlers The Stones and sundry others.
"If music be the food of love, play on!", said the Bard. Well, all that (Kinsale stuff) happened to me when I was younger than the youngest member of Babyshambles. I heard the Album in Tenerife (I live there now because Kinsale is too bloody expensive and my youth is too difficult to get hold of and Drew's brother presented me with a copy). That bunch (Babyshambles) are good. They are bloody good. Why? Because they have dragged my past into the present with a mixture of the stuff I love from 30 odd years ago, wrapped up in a modern-day package. "Steeped in tradition" (La Belle et la Bete) is about gin? Lovely! Tradition, surely, includes Batman and all that went with "Dinner, Dinner, Dinner, Dinner".
I reckon the guys are playing with us.
Who can say that "The 32nd of December" is not a serious reminder of "Pretty Flamingo"? (Remember Personfred Personn?)
The "Pentonville" thing is out of context, but is magic. A lot better than the infamous "Revolution No. 9" on a rather well known double album from when I was young.
I am getting old now. I am not capable of crowd surfing and all that stuff. But I do remember my halcyon days, when Jagger and Burdon were the "Bad Boys" and Rock stars were permanently on the brink of popping their clogs. Down In Albion brings it all back, albeit in a shambolic sort of way. Jesus, just listen.
The trick is to listen.