
THE BLUES BUFFET: Tasty Dishes
By Mark Bell
Good grief, I do believe I’ve travelled back through time and landed in the Ponsonby Gluepot Corner Bar. There’s Sonny Day blagging a pint, Graham Brazier belaying startled patrons with whole tracts of Keats, John Dix writing something in a notebook, and through the smokey haze is these guys laying down the blues from a cramped, ciggy-butt-infested stage. This Wanganui outfit is chock full of good players having fun doing what they do best; old school 12-bar blues rock, twinkly cocktail jazz instrumentals, shuffling boogie, and all done with an appropriate dose of not taking it all too seriously. Hence the quite idiotic Mower Man, the even sillier soft-core smut of Pastry and the supremely daft CEO Wanker Blues. Witness the following; ‘I dress my secretary/ In expensive lingerary’. Oh purleeese! The high calibre of musicianship carries the whole thing along in an energetic and competent way that even such daft lyrics fail to completely sabotage. •
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