Influenced by Dolly Parton and the Everly Brothers, country bible-music and bloated 70s cocaine studio-rock, the gritty giddiness of this bluesy charm from Pelican Man delivers with outstanding revelry, while it shines in psyche extrapolations.
From guitar and vocals, fit with precision molds of emotions and personal injections, the project exudes that other worldly honesty that jibs and jabs as it knocks you out in a world of possibilities.
Said the band: “The song chronicles our fantasy of being Marlborough cow-people on the ranch round the back of ASDA. And when we were Saturday-night-high-street-slags-with-kebabs (SNHSSWKs) trying to start fires in car parks.”
See what we mean?
Lovingly psychedelic. Restraints, do not apply.