Album: The Lil' Band of Gold, The Promised Land (Room 609)

Sunday 05 June 2011 00:00 BST

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Dreadful name. Mind you, so is Susan and we know that it is Susan's content which makes her beautiful.

So try to ignore the name and listen to the swamp-deep grooves and soulful shouting which profilerate all over this record like flies in Louisiana. LBOG are draggy, scraggy and soused in the spirit of the Very Deep South; spiritual things such as accordions, bashed-up Fenders, unnecessary facial hair and sunglasses. You know the vibe. "Up on Cripple Creek"-tastic.

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