The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing are one of my very favourite recent musical discoveries. Witty, oddball antics with a decidedly Victorian bent ... bent as a nine bob note, guv'nor if you asks me ... and all delivered with great panache in the stylings I believe the young folk refer to as 'rock and roll.' All very satisfying, like enjoying a glass of particularly fine port whilst being whipped with the finest quality braided horse-hair.
Seriously though, this band manages to pull of the unusual double of being both musically very listenable and often achingly funny. Didn't we have lovely time the day we met Cthulu? is not a line one easily forgets.
Highly recommended. Six stars.