Bobby Funk (https://www.facebook.com/bohdoublebwhy/) are the hardcore punks from Falmouth who've just released their debut album on TNS Records (and what a year that Manchester label is having with great releases already under their belt this year by the likes of Knife Club, Brassick, Follow Your Dreams, Haest, Jodie Faster etc...). The album's called Longing For The Bonging and it's a fast and furious bundle of fun covering subjects like red faced right wingers, full English Brexit, a hungry acting dame and the joys of being a cat. It's an irreverent look at the world from the twisted minds of Ollie, Rob, Alex and Shannon and you can check it out here :
Coloured vinyl : https://bit.ly/bobbyfunk
Digital : https://tnsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/longing-for-the-bonging
The song I'm highlighting today deals with the type of florid, opinionated drinkers who hold office down their local Wetherspoons pub, dressed proudly in their England football shirts parroting what they've read that morning in The Sun and The Mail and loudly backing Boris' Brexit stance. What starts out very much as a fast paced banger soon morphs into something that'd sound more at home on a Trinidadian beach or at Notting Hill Carnival. It's a rare opportunity with this band to take a break from throwing yourself around the room and dance to a soca calypso beat.
It's called Gammon Club...
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