The American Presidential elections are merely weeks away and already the mud's being flung like Armageddon is within beckoning distance. Can John Kerry overthrow the Bush administration? Can we survive another four years on a knife edge should he fail? Hell, ain't no-one comin' from anywhere else to save our hides? Hey.....hang on, where's THAT comin' from? Who's playing those voodoo drums and those rhino boff basslines and who's the guy singing like Elvis being forcefed Emperor burgers by Nick Cave. What's he say again?
"I wanna fly like an eagle! I wanna sing like Sinatra! I got a date with destruction! I wanna love like a Mother!"
Hooray!!! It's our very own Guy McKnight from The Disaster Party! He's here with his mates from the CIA, FBI and quite probably a representative or two from the Brighton gonzoid punkabilly home for retired grunge vets, who have Mark Lanegan's mate's Chris Goss's phone number. So he can produce this - the song that might just save us all!! Whoopee!
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Well, alright, I concede it might not quite achieve that sort of landslide victory, but "Rise Of The Eagles" is still a way cool single, stuffed to the gills with the Eighties' Matchbox boys' incomparable stage invasion-inducing, seat-slashing riff excitement and a few bottles of Delta & Hove Albion bourbon secreted about its' person to celebrate the mayhem which will no doubt ensue on the band's forthcoming UK tour.
So there you have it. Despite dressing like members of The Damned circa "Phantasmagoria", The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster deserve your scrawl come polling day. Once again, it could well be that south coast vote that's the clincher. Don't delay, y'all.
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