Karl Denver's talents were put to much better use here.

Hey, it was 1964, they were screaming at anything that moved.

This is not bad in a bizarre kind of way, actually.

He has been responsible for at least three perfect, five star, ten out of ten brilliant albums - not many people can say that

The forgotten classic of 90s rock, lost as it was in the maelstrom of the Bloasis period.

Magnificently loud, stomping, ranting, dirty blues licks, hilairious lyrics. With the great smell of Brut. Yeah!

Jesus was Batman!

PS love Hannett's "put them at one corner of an empty warehouse and put the mic at the other end" production job on Bummed.

...still one of my favorite music on TV things ever...

so he can't be all bad.

I'm around three quarters through Twisting My Melon, SWR's autobiography. They were a mad bunch weren't they?

What has struck me as I've read the book, and have been listening to the albums again as a result, is that the image and culture (for want of a better word) of the band seem totally incongruous to the sound they make. Who would have thought that a gang of lads from Salford could be so damn funky?

On a similar note, whilst I have always been a fan, I have listened to the music with fresh ears since getting into some New Orleans funk and the funkier edge of disco. As the OP says, the band had a broad interest and knowledge in music. Mix this with a truckload of narcotics and you get a band like the Mondays.

in Brum in 1989... One of the best gigs I've seen. Shaun gave a cracking performance, and it was worth every penny of the fiver I paid to get in.