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Go Rimbaud - Songs in Bad Taste
Now here’s a rum
old pick and mix selection of odderies, but which one’s the fizzy cola
bottle and which one’s the jumbo gobstopper?
Look up ‘jaunty’ in the dictionary and it’ll refer you to
EP opener ‘The Ground Zero Tourist Song’. Fizzy fuzzy quirk pop,
a saucy wink, and a triple-decker sandwich of increasingly demented vocals.
‘St Andrews Girl’ is early Stone(d)s r’n’b that staggers
along the kerb with a sozzled leer and cowpunchdrunk vocals. If this song
was a tramp it would be the kind of scraggy old jakie you pray you don’t
get stuck with at the bus-stop. ‘Why don’t you fuck off home’
it gargles, charmingly.
We then get an intense Sonic Youth at a picnic guitar scritching instrumental
followed by ragged kneed, cross-eyed country, ‘Honey won’t you
be my Frankenstein’ they holler. Yeehah, cough.
What’s next? Why it’s a jungle/rock hybrid entitled ‘Collateral Damage’ (cheers) with a thumping chorus that drives me mad trying to identify which Siouxsie and the Banshees song it sounds exactly like (‘Mirage’, it turns out). Finally, there’s ‘If You Can’t Take A Joke You Can Get the Fuck Out Of My House’ a piano-plonking sneery knees-up that mutates into a cheery, yet disturbing meander a la Dawn Of The Replicants. Best of all the band have thoughtfully added a d.i.y. credits system to their sleeve, on which one can let one’s biro run riot: ‘Go Rimbaud would like to thank…….(insert name here).' Anyway, it turns out Go Rimbaud have transmogrified into Angels Fight The City, which as a band name at least has the advantage of not being misunderstood/misspelled (‘Go Rambo’ –urgh, grunt).
RRRG: Howling bullheaded ridicule
