The Quireboys - Amazing Disgrace

The Quireboys Amazing Disgrace cover
The Quireboys
Amazing Disgrace
Off Yer Rocka Recordings
We know you have to love bands like The Quireboys. Bands that embody rock ‘n roll’s badassery and not only live and breathe it, but also sound it, without regrets and without thinking too deep into it. See you can’t really fake authenticity and Spike was there at the time when all this went down and it’s rubbed off on him, probably as much as whiskys and cigarettes have “spiced” his vocal cords…
The 90s sucked for them, but then again they’ve sucked for pretty much all rock that didn’t conform to the whole Seattle sound and style. Once that died away, a lot of bands that had disbanded case and point The Quireboys took another stub and in our case, they’ve been going on ever since, not really giving much of a damn about the departed ship of global success that seems to have sailed long ago. Happy to cover a niche market and do what they love these guys have a blue collar character that makes em hugely relatable.
Despite pretty much having done similar sounding songs before these lads manage to make the honky tonk rock ‘n roll of “Original Black Eyed Son” sound fresh, purely due to their conviction. “Sinner’s Serenade” ain’t much of a serenade, but it’s a whole-lotta groovy. “Seven Deadly Sins” is very British and charming in its own way and the title track “Amazing Disgrace” is so lovingly tongue in cheek that you have to love it…“Eve of the Summertime” is sweet, laid back, sublime and carefree… “California Blues” is more of a figure of speech rather than a mood or sound. “This Is It” sounds slightly like some of the mellower moments of The Waterboys, which I don’t have any problem with. “Feels Like a Long Time” sounds a little like The Small Faces I s’ppose(?!), while “Slave #1” sounds like the result of a wild night out with The Rolling Stones. “Dancing in Paris” had me thinking dirty thoughts, but ended up grounding me up, since it’s a very heartfelt and plainly beautiful, ballad, maybe even the best song of the album. Last but not least, “Medusa, My Girl” shakes the tambourine, but doesn’t shuffle, opting for a rather melancholic folk tone, almost imploding midway to just kick in one last time and conclude… unsatisfied.
You might have heard it before by them, most likely, but that’s no reason not to like what’s on offer, especially when it comes from the heart, like this stuff… definitely does.