
Before I met my beloved I was only vaguely aware of Half man half biscuit, but over the last 7 years I have listened to many hours of their music, usually a captive audience in his car but once live locally. If you have never heard any of their achingly clever and snortingly funny songs before this album is a great starting point. Are they punk? Are they folk? Are they too bloody clever for their own good? Yes, to all of them.
I can’t claim to get all the references, but then it is handy to have a scouse husband to help out (want one? you can borrow mine, if you are lucky he’ll have you taking part in his music project). I had no idea what the ‘roids’ were until he told me, but anyone can appreciate the sentiment of ‘National shite day’ (which is a blinder performed live) even if you have never seen a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets. I frequently find myself humming ‘Evening of swing’ for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
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