In these times of Myspace bands it seems no one cuts their teeth on the live circuit anymore.
Four-piece rockers Guile are an exception having spent the first year of their existence on tour with an array of established acts. With a tightly honed sound in place they headed to a defunct mining complex in Staffordshire to record this single. The result is some fine gritty, dirt-smeared blues that occasionally delves into the dark reaches of Doors-esque psychedelia. With menace and melody cramped into one tight space, it’s like the aural equivalent of the black lung.
