This is the dirty, unwashed underbelly of Scottish Blues/Americana. A musically eccentric, unorthodox outfit from Stirling. By turns, they slip through genre like a spider on Vaseline; grungy blues to progressive swing, unfeigned folk songs that waltz toward Zep-esque riffs and outros that would test Wonder's resolve. The lyrics draw deep from the septic tank of amoral psyche and their live chemistry appears almost innate. The author, Irvine Welsh said "If Alex Harvey had been a drug-dealer in the wire, he would have sounded like this."