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If The Who in their 1975 prime made an album employing the lyrics of Ian Dury and John Cooper Clarke, this would be the result. I absolutely love this record! There was a review of Zappa's 'Fillmore East, June 1971' album in OZ Magazine which stated simply, "It rips, it snorts. I like it lots" and that summation could equally apply here. The drums bash, the guitars slash, and the singer is absolutely superb - alert and alive and turn-on-a-sixpence responsive to all the emotional twists and turns of the lyrics. He's laid-back and lovable on the folkish 'Going Slowhere', a song that could have fallen out of Ronnie Lane's back pocket in 1973. 'Next' is a tongue-in-cheek account of an aging roué recalling his litany of lovers. It's hilarious stuff - like Sid James or Robin Askwith fronting Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers.
Although Yellowjack proudly show their musical roots - it's all no-frills rock'n'roll, no click tracks (it's so brilliant to hear the drummer going out of time for once; when's the last time you heard THAT on a record?) - their subject matter has a modern currency. 'The Gnomes Of Bromley' is a satirical attack on the rise of Ukip. And opening track 'We're Back' is an extremely funny song about bands reforming and going for the nostalgia vote (you know who they are!) and the performance is an absolute powerhouse.
It's sad in a way that these songs will never get the airplay or attention they deserve. If Billy Bragg, Paul Weller or Noel Gallagher had made this record, the music press would be dancing naked in the streets, screaming "MASTERPIECE! ROCK HAS BEEN SAVED!" from lamp-posts and rooftops across the land. But this is just another obscure band - like other brilliant bands such as Thumpermonkey Lives!, Mikey Georgeson or The Display Team - who do their stuff and disappear.
Maybe Yellowjack will be discovered in 20 years time and hailed as the greatest cult band of the 2010s. That would be ironic: Would they be stretchered on to the Pyramid stage at Glastonbury in 2034 to wheeze, "We're back!"?
Who cares about that? For me, this is a passionate, powerful, warm-hearted, funny, sharp, intelligent collection. And it rocks like a Doonican chair!