the jazz butcher consistently makes music that stops people in their tracks providing poignant social commentary for a bedraggled nation. fishcotheque (1988) “this was a rock ‘n’ roll thing, not some “eccentricity”. i had my shades and i had my fringed suede jacket and i had the weather prophets’ rhythm section,” recalled pat. “that rare beast, an lp of cool, laid back pop,” said record mirror. // “surprisingly poppy and accessible, although not without an edge of weirdness” kexp // remastered & reissued for the first time on vinyl for record store day. side a a1 next move sideways a2 out of touch a3 get it wrong a4 living in a village a5 swell side b b1 looking for lot 49 b2 the best way b3 chickentown b4 susie b5 keeping the curtains closed


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