Oh, you should be so fortunate as to have all these recordings compiled for you in one handy zip file. Not only did Davey O’List have his finger in this pie, but guitar demigod John DuCann was also fucking around the kitchen while it was baked. Talk about a band that should have but didn’t. That’s these fellas. Fuzzy pop/modish rockers/psychish pirouettes, all that jazz. This album will end too soon for all but the daftest listener.
Here (Reuped 6/8/12)