Domino. 2000.
I can't think of anything around at the time, or since for that matter, that sounds like this. Obnoxious, uncompromising, raucous and fun with a dark edge to it. It has, dare I say it, a punk aesthetic to it.
The title track is the bastard son of the soundtrack to the sleaziest go-go bar of your nightmares. The Second Line is a brilliant laid back slice of genius.
An altogether enjoyable album, with moments of real originality. Shame they couldn't keep it up on further releases.
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