“Hellfire, Brimstone
and the Preacher met the Kilburn Kick and the Texas Drawl”
Ok Krüde.
Where in the blue Hell do you come up with such interesting quips? If I
told you that, I’d have to kill you. Or, at least perform a full frontal
lobotomy on you. Not sure which one would be less traumatic.
Fuck
it. I will exploit my source for such imaginative lyrical non drivel. Blame The
Dogs D’Amour musical band for being one of my main inspirations for both
their music and art. And yes, I have covered this band in these pages before
(just perform an extensive Krüde Experience
search in these pages). It is time again to praise these lovable, musical drunkards.
Mahalo
The
Dogs album A Graveyard of Empty Bottles is simply an understated masterpiece.
Mostly acoustic and blatantly poetic. Singer Tyla pours his saucy heart
into his songs with demented conviction. Songs such as So Once Was I and
Comfort of the Devil will find their way into your collective psyche and
linger there in fine spirit. The tune When The Dream Has Gone is beautiful
and haunting in its love lost haze. All in all, this EP of a vinyl gem hasn’t
lost any of its bloodshot charm. It actually means more to me in 2022 than it
did in 1989 when I first heard it.
For
all of you sweet streamers of the world, here is the link to this album on
YouTube: https://youtu.be/3KoRYdkMt18
This
is the 1989 version of the album. There is a re recording of it that isn’t
nearly as good. Pour a stiff belt of booze and let this 18 minute drunken masterwork
do the rest. Cheers!
Lost
in the sauce…
KK
@kapn_krude