Mobbs, The - Piffle! (CD) |

THE MOBBS are a trio of English gentlemen whose urbane and well-bred appearance lies in stark contrast to the ferocious intensity of the rocket-fuelled sonic blasts of their guitar-based rave ups. They take all the best that post- 1950s rock’n’roll has to offer – a big helping of sixties beat group rhythm’n’blues, massive Clash-like punk riffs, Wilko Johnson’s machine gun attack attitude, with the addition of a great healthy dose of Pythonesque hu- mour. One review described them as being ‘like The Rockin’ Vickers meets the Leyton Buzzards’ – a fair enough assessment if ever there was one – the whole deal being ‘whipped up by scything guitar and punchy rhythms, every- thing lorded over by the compelling tones of the elaborately mustachioed Joe’s vocals’, his tongue firmly in his cheek throughout. My personal favourite com- ment in a review is that, ‘It marks the first time I've heard the word “nonchalant” used successfully in a rock song’. I say, old boy! 01. Mojo Degradation 02. The Smoke not the Fire 3. Taste the Truth 04. No Sympa- thy 05. Piffle 06. Insult to Intellect 07. I'm Estranged 08. Matador 09. Little Miss Hard of Hearing 10. Violets Are Blue 11. Annie May 12. Not a Sausage 13. G-Type 14. Grub Before Punch