First thing you need to know about this lot is that they’re not from Alabama and there’s not three of them. They’re from Brixton.
Saw them for the first time at Tribal Gathering ‘97 on the back of a couple of mixmag reviews and interviews and Ain’t going to Goa and because the concept of acid house country music intrigued me (somebody had to make country music sound good, and this lot, in their own words ‘put the cunt in country). There were 9 or 10 of them on stage in their tent, some of whom played instruments, some who sang, some who danced, some whom who did a combination of those things and a massive tattooed hairy bloke who spent the gig stage front crushing beer cans on his forehead.
They were ace, just the thing to get the juices and powders and pills flowing mid afternoon in the sun. Their groove was soooo infectious, something they’ve managed to keep to this day, despite losing a few members. The biggest was a couple of years ago when the Very Reverend D Wayne Love, frontman writer and all round good egg sadly passed.
A couple of years later I saw them in Edinburgh at the Venue. There were tales of their previous visit when they’d gone to a gig after party and gone awol. Their manager spent 3 days running round Edinburgh trying to find them, eventually finding them at a house in the east end where the party was still going on. Needless to say narcotics played a big part in this.
I love them, I love this track. I was late onto the Sopranos (still not finished the last couple of series) and was gobsmacked first I watched it and this was the theme tune. Who’d a thunk it?
Wonderful pick. I thought I was the only one that was into them. Nice to know I’m not alone.