Well now, this is just brilliant.
Imagine if you will a bar on the docks of some Eastern European country, now imagine Nick Cave finding himself in there, signing some sea shanties and drinking songs backed by a band of gypsies. That’s pretty much the image conjured up in my head by this EP.
Quite frankly, it’s a mental image that’s both good enough and more than unique enough to get pass marks for the EP from me.
Happily the songs are also excellent. Opener Balkan Ekspres, which mixes piano led swagger with more tender moments and soaring choruses, before it all goes a bit beautifully mental towards the end.
Devil’s Tongue sounds a bit like what The Doors’ Alabama Song might be like if The Doors weren’t a bit rubbish, and maybe Jarvis Cocker stepped in on vocals. Packed with passion an atmosphere it’s a raucous affair that does nothing to dispel the thought of beer tankards being waved in the air.
Finally No Hurry Home is a more downbeat affair, one to round off the evening of drinking, dancing and singing with a mournful torch song, tempered with optimism.