Skids
Songs From A Haunted Ballroom CLEOPATRA
Punk’s not retired: Scots fire up the formative .
A non-stop, you’re-as- young-as-you- feel avalanche of adrenalin, this is Skids’ unapologetic tribute to the songs that got them giddy around the punk era. Pitched as a homage to the Dunfermline Kinema venue where they saw their heroes and earned their spurs, it’s basically a covers album by nostalgic chaps reliving their hedonistic heyday. They hurl themselves into it, bashing out Complete Control, Gary Gilmore’s Eyes, The Light Pours Out Of Me and more with gung-ho muscle. If there’s a detour, it comes when Richard Jobson splices a story about local gangs into a take on David Essex’s Rock On – underlined by a lairy stab at Mott’s Violence. Inevitably, Skids wanna be your dog. Less predictably, they’re back in Hello’s New York Groove, before whacking out new versions of a couple of their own hits