Trash blues? That what we need in this antiseptic musical world we are cursed with. The music business should be a haven for misfits and the truly disreputable and not a playground for accountants and their fame seeking pet troubadours. Yes, the world needs Rob K and Uncle Butcher aka The Jam Messengers to set things right.
Let's look at how they do what they do. What you get for your money is a basically a one man band and a ruffle shirt wearing, down on his luck gigolo as a front man. Where are they from? Who knows but wherever it is - or was - moral decline was well advanced there. So, armed with these simple tools and the kind of sweaty sleazy approach to life that we should all wish we had, they set about the world and its wrongs with a musical axe. That very subject of fame and fortune get slapped - along with Paris Hilton - in "Better Than The Devil" while "Police Beat" goes political in the kind of way that Curtis Mayfield would have approved of with a positively funky break that surely has to have been stolen.
Other highlights are "Cat Walk" that has Rob K snarling against an attitude reinforced girlie chant in a tale of obsession that has only one possible ending (and that won't involve reading the bible…). Keeping things sweating copiously with a not dissimilar theme is "Just A Little Bit".
Hopefully, you're getting the picture now and that picture should include strippers, lap dancers, loud music, cigarette smoke and cheap whisky. What you probably won't get until you have given this LP a couple of plays is that these two disreputable gentlemen hide words of protest amongst the sleaze. You still wouldn't think of leaving your sister alone with them but, curiously enough, it is that disguised intelligence that gives these songs lasting value.