The Homeland Recordings
Yes! That’s right The Homeland Recordings. As opposed to – you know – all those times they recorded offshore. All those times they travelled the world and weren’t laughed off stage for dressing up in silly my-grandpappy-went-to-build-the-railroads-and-all-I-got-was-this-one-piece-faux-cloth-cap-and-wasitcoat-in-beige outfits. Here middle New Zealand’s I-go-to-one-gig-a-year-but-if-I-make-it-Fly-My-Pretties-I-can-say-I-went-to-10-all-in-one-night favourites return with another set of song-dumpings. Where folk-meets-roots and says “fuck it, that’ll do!” Where acoustic guitars aren’t so much tuned as just left to add their run-off to the bowels of recorded music.
There are a few new members to the b(r)and and a few old faithfuls back for another gloat, another victory lap in the race for funding and sponsorship. Such camaraderie. Thrill to the smug blandings of Beggin’ On My Knees and Where Did All My People Go? Live in hope at the leading statement of Leave This Town. Laugh at the unintentional-parody song-titles. Cry at…well, everything.
Whoever said you can’t polish a turd never heard this.