So then, are you sitting conformably in comfort? Have you scotch guarded your jodhpurs and oiled your pelvis? NO? Then brace yoursen for a sonic boon, a tranquil cacophony, an alchemic fiddling of the vibratic marriage. For from the swamp will blossom the lotus and from your stereo, half a dozen canticles from the group that buckles more swash than Black Beard after a Rum Baba. You might not like it, but then people pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach, no danger.Like there are 5 oceans to carry you away. Wood, fire, earth, metal, water, 5. Like 5 toes to kick you up the arse, Africa, the Americas, Asia, Europe and Oceania, 5 lad. Index, Fore, Middle, Ring, Little, Thumb, get a grip of these 5.

Backcombing together the mintiness of rock, the sweetness of roll, the vintage of the nursery rhyme and the spontaneity of love into one hulking lock of dread. These cats will have you prancing around the potting shed like spring has sprung from the compost in the bleakest of winters.

When these gents enter the studio it is a force majeure. From the eponymous opening stomp to the Paul Simon romp at the bitter end, this EP haemorrhages wonder, the very sum of awe. Werewolf in a Car park will bring you to tears, but those tears will taste like Tizer as they descend through the valleys of your face’s countless expressions and into your mouth as your soul rides the Big Dipper of emotion and your body aches for more Radox. Sam Smith’s 007 Spectre theme’s candlewick is not in peril, not in the face of this haunting Bond hymn, get back to Magaluf Sam and suck a balloon or some balderdash. Jossy’s Giants is an elegant rendition of the theme tune which quaked the 1980’s, remaining ever faithful to the original’s delicate charm and powerful message it is a humbling tribute to the Voice of Darts, Sid Waddell. Just as you think you’ve experienced the entire aural spectrum and the prospect of malt loaf looms large, Sexual Rhino stampedes into your psyche like poetry in slo-motion, all asunder on impact splintering into your every nook, every cranny, all you’ll be compelled to say is “Yes, quite.”

So cast the Cliveden Set into the memory hole, this is no cabal, the Dalston Set? This is hip-flask, pre-post hip. This is the 5 Piece Patio Set player, get your ears filled.

Words – Jon Dyde

Werewolf in a Carpark – 5 Piece Patio Set