Red Rum Club....Matador
Listening to this resembles a wine tasting: a bouquet of Echo and the Bunnymen, the aroma of Joe Jackson, a hint of The Beatles and a sniff of The Coral. Red Rum put their twist on all this by adding mariachi trumpet, which lifts even the less interesting tracks up a notch.
The band is presumably named after the horse, and opener (says every critic, probably) opens at a gallop, Angeline boasting a throbbing bass / rhythm section and an uplifting chorus, with the trumpeter giving his all. The trumpet is to the fore in all songs, but we don’t hear this as Tex Mex as many claim, even though one song is called Calexico, named for one of the Review Corner’s favourite bands. Red Rum are from Liverpool and the city is too gritty and has too much music in its veins for them to escape the heritage; the clearly Liverpudlian singer doesn’t overly suggest Texas, either.
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