Insanely good and infectious with it, come on be honest, aren’t you carried along by the crooked jubilance of it all. This is Bonnie ‘prince’ Billy with the roots of music bringing pomp and cheer to a cover of an old Mekons nugget by the name ‘the curse’, I mean the carnival like upbeat fanfaring of the mock New Orleans jazz funeral, the breezy sway and vintage swing of snaking Beefheart-ian blues riffage and the stirring front of the march celebratory gusto of Billy – what’s not to adore.
the sunday experience 