Deliciously crazed, roughed-up chaos theorists EIGHTIES MATCHBOX B-LINE DISASTER get better and better. "I Could Be An Angle" was produced by Mark Lanegan collaborator Chris Goss and recorded at Sound City outside Los Angeles where a little-known trio called (what was it again?) oh yeah, Nirvana, recorded a minor-seller called "Nevermind". Believe me, that's where the similarities with that particular item end, however.
What does it sound like then? Hmm, OK try this on for size: it's a fine, deranged'n'controlled slice of punkoid guzzlability that's probably in league with Beelzebub or at the very least Jeffrey Lee Pierce's ghost . It also harbours a kooked, rockabilly slant, with the guitars going all spooked and textural while the bassist knocks out the sorta wired skiffle motif Andy Rourke woulda loved circa "Meat Is Murder" and Guy McKnight's malevolant croon squeezes all the murderous juice outta the concluding "We're gonna live forever, we're gonna die together" couplet. Shivery.
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Stay strapped in for "Ice Cream" too. This time round, the Eighties Matchbox make like The Birthday Party trying to torch The Cramps' garage and Guy comes on like Nick Cave repeatedly suckerpunching Lux Interior, only to implausibly plead "Please, please, please can we get an ice cream?" like Elvis on the burger trail come the, uh, chorus. Bloody hell, bet the Matchbox boys can even handle raspberry ripple in wafers, such is the hungry intensity of this.
The sound of all things Brighton and beautifully malicious, then? Yup, that's the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster for ya. Succumb, you glorious fools.
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