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Burning Condors


“Coz every night I’m out with you I’m always chasing that train home” I guess it doesn’t matter where you live – even though this IS, and feels like, a London thing; we’ve all been there, pissed as farts, sodden with autumn rain, fags all wet, pubs shut, no money for expensive clubs, the hideous …

Brace yourselves. This music is going to smash you up. Furious rhythms ? Check. Links with Johnny Cash ? Check (ex-Cash bassist catches them performing in Nashville, Tennessee and promptly joins them on their album) Clanging, roaring guitars ? Check. Drums that just won’t let you quit ? Check. Tom Verlaine’s spirit stolen from his …