• mobbs Piffle! (CD, £9.75)

    label: Dirty Water Club

    THE MOBBS are a trio of English gentlemen whose urbane and well-bred appearance lies in stark contrast to the ferocious intensity of the rocket-fuelled sonic blasts of their guitar-based rave ups. They take all the best that post-1950s rock’n’roll has to offer – a big helping of sixties beat group rhythm’n’blues, massive Clash-like punk riffs, Wilko Johnson’s machine gun attack attitude, the suave yet rough hewn Medway garage-punk blues legend Billy Childish’s demeanour (and obsession with our country’s glorious yet ludicrous past), with the addition of a great healthy dose of Pythonesque humour. One review described them as being ‘like The Rockin’ Vickers meets the Leyton Buzzards’ – a fair enough assessment if ever there was one – the whole deal being ‘whipped up by scything guitar and punchy rhythms, everything lorded over by the compelling tones of the elaborately mustachioed Joe’s vocals’, his tongue firmly in his cheek throughout. My personal favourite comment in a review is that, ‘It marks the first time I've heard the word “nonchalant” used successfully in a rock song’. I say, old boy! These Northampton lads are named for one of their local heroes: Edgar Mobbs. Captain of Northampton Saints RFC from 1907–13, who also played and captained England at cricket, he set about raising his own company to fight in WWI. Within 48 hours more than 400 men had volunteered, with Mobbs himself as a private. He rose through the ranks to command the 7th Northamptonshire Regiment (known as ‘The Mobbs Own’). Wounded three times during the war, he was twice mentioned in dispatches and received the DSO in January 1917. When he was killed on the first day of the Battle of Passchendaele, leading a charge on a machine gun position, the whole county mourned. While he is still renowned on his home turf, The Mobbs hope to give him the fame that he truly deserves, albeit in the form of good, rollocking punky rock’n’roll. The music would no doubt bemuse and befuddle him were he to have any idea of its existence but he would no doubt appreciate their proud, though somewhat dubious, boast that they have been responsible for ‘a 250 per cent increase in sales of cravats and moustache combs’. Being aware that these gentlemen are kicking your arse and planning to leave you for dead in a Northampton gutter is one thing; their brilliance is that they do it in such a way you can't help but pour them a gin and run them a bath first. Tracks: 01. Mojo Degradation 02. The Smoke not the Fire 03. Taste the Truth 04. No Sympathy 05. Piffle 06. Insult to Intellect 07. I'm Estranged 08. Matador 09. Little Miss Hard of Hearing 10. Violets Are Blue 11. Annie May 12. Not a Sausage 13. G-Type 14. Grub Before Punch


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