Rinsed Out

Silver Shampoo may reference cleanliness in their moniker but these are matted together, sweat patchworked, greatly unwashed bedsit jams for summer stinking, different day/same clothes walk of shame shambling. “Jethro Skull”‘s sloppy swagger is unkempt and unapologetic, scouring the pavement for fag-ends in the tidy lawned neighbourhood of the perfect three minute guitar pop song that greenfingered Ray Davies and co. cultivated years ago; a slurring, dirty-nailed brat of a song but one hell of a charming motherfucker all the same.
“Jethro Skull” is currently marauding around the ears of the discerning in the shape of a 7” through What’s Your Rupture .
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