With a title like a rejected Rudyard Kipling poem, Fife-based Shambolics bundle their way in the front door like an unruly rabble who just happen to know how to play a range of musical instruments and make them sound like the indie tracks of my teenage years.
The vocals are superb, it’s always nice to hear someone’s real voice shining through without any added affectations and it makes the whole track feel like a more real experience, like you’re being spun a yarn by a lad you’ve just met at the pub after all your pals have decided it’s time to go.
It’s obvious what all their influences are and they’ll be hoping to follow in the footsteps of some of the great Scottish bands in years to come. Well worth your time.
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