Fucking AYE Ireland!

Sideburns and winklepickers..

Because I’m always writing about bands that already have vanished (or are on the way) from the corridors of Rock N’ Roll High, I think this will be sort of a surprise. Of course, it takes Irish blood, sideburns and winklepickers to arose my attention. At last, an injection of something that smells like the good old 70’s, but in a new package, fucking AYE (as my Irish friends would have said). Ladies and gents, the Minutes…