In which the Glimmers rope together a quartet of razzled funkateers and direct them through a gamut of filthy gutter-groove outings which use 70s party funk as a template to kick severe amounts of ass, whether wildebeest or flatulent bison. There are traces of rock’s lineage, much supercharged bass, sleazy vocals and party chants, even a version of Olivier Newton-John’s ‘Let’s Get Physical’, but the whole truck-load of relentless dirt-funk is a refreshing delight in these sanitised times [and it’s available free wherever the Glimmers or band might alight to strut their stuff].
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
