Jacob Yates and the Pearly Gate Lock Pickers

Jacob Yates and the Pearly Gate Lock Pickers – Luck (Re:Peater)

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Hallelujah! The ghost of Uncle John & Whitelock, Glasgow's seriously
demented purveyors of their self-styled horror r n' b, is reborn and
delivered here in the still possessed shape of Jabob Yates (nee
Lovatt), former howler of that parish. Lovatt and co may brand their
primitive psycho-billy musings as 'Doom-Wop' these days, but this
twitch-hipped, finger-poppin' but downright dark debut sounds more of a
continuum, all back-alley hellfire preaching, growling fuzz guitar and
wonky stumblebum piano with a parade of cartoon monsters tripping by
the junkyard where the bad-boys hang out. Praise be and Amen for such a
glorious resurrection.

The Herald, May 2011

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