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Boomkat Product Review:
Now I’m going to come clean here – although Bone-Box do a damn fine job in creating some rather luscious and truly visual bluesy dirges it takes a short while to get used to Jay Taylor’s voice. People say that Black Country folk sound like they’ve swallowed a bag of gravel and swilled it down with petrol – if that’s true then Jay Taylor lit his petrol by smoking a job lot of miscellaneous cheap far-eastern cigarettes on top of this, leaving his larynx battered, broken and sliced to ribbons. This is a man who makes Marianne Faithful sound like she’s been brought up living in the Swedish countryside with Gillian McKeith, a man who sounds like he should be employed by the government to guest on their no-smoking adverts. Still it takes all kinds to get up behind a microphone and Taylor and his band of merry men (and women) have come up with an album of quite majestic Nick Cave-esque pseudo Americana dirges guaranteed to keep you tearful this winter. Strings, guitars, windswept percussion – and they’re from Manchester too? Well I guess it’s all the darned rain that upset them so much. Sorry, I’m off to have a good old cry… now where are my Marlbro? Ace.