One More Grain - Isle of Grain

Take one trumpet, some bloke aping Mark E. Smith and add a few drums. Just repeat this formula over and over again for every song and you’ll come up with this album. It even uses the highly original thing that anyone using brass does, you know when the lyrics say something about a train and then you hear a bit of brass going “Toot! Toot!” like what a train does in the films.

But it isn’t just about trains, it also carries the sounds of many forms of transport, in fact, for the most part, this album has all of the horrific sounds of a rush hour dual carriageway smashing through my brain. Arseholes banging their horns, idiots revving their cars up, shitheads blaring drum and bass from their supper woofer systems, white van men shouting “show us your tits love”, basically just a total package of horrible noise all blended together with Mark E. Smith talking/philosophising over the top of it.

I read that it takes 5-6 listens to “get” them, sorry like, but that’s bollocks. It makes me want to rent a canoe out, go down to the beach, fake my death and then come back in 5 years time when dual carriageways have been replaced by something space age related, my debts have gone and One More Grain have disbanded. Other than a dual carriageway from hell steaming through my brain, the only other way to describe this is a private joke that I don’t “get”, and I don’t really want to know what it’s about, know matter how much they snigger away to themselves.

0.5/5


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