According to the esteemed ‘Q’ Magazine, ‘London’s seedy underbelly hasn’t been chronicled this vividly since the Libertines’ debut. And while the lyrics do indeed chronicle lowlife hijinks and hard times, boozy nights and hungover days, the comparison between Billy Vincent (named after co-songwriters Billy Barratt and David Vincent) and Pete Doherty’s shambolic crew begins and ends there.
These guys really can play, and have a keen sense of melody that drives their country stylings (sometimes, it seems like everything’s country nowadays). But their brand of gritty Americana has both bite and a rough ‘n’ ready appeal. The songs are bursting with heartache and heartbreak, and are sung from the heart, from the guts and with gusto.
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From the roustabout ‘Hell for Leather’ to the contemplative ‘Learning to Drink’ via the Springsteen-esque ‘Dark Are Mt Days’, there’s spirit and optimism to be found amongst the littered, puke-spattered streets.
Billy Vincent Online
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