Opening with an organ emanating from the bowels of hell and anguished, howling backing vocals, Rum Shebeen’s debut single proceeds to recount a devilish nightmare of drug highs, comedowns and remorse.
Turns out that amidst the paranoid fears of bloody bank notes and meeting your mother whilst on a binge, hell also features a particularly bouncy brand of raggle-taggle ska and twisted carnival music. The South London five-piece have much in common with the manic folk of New York gypsy punks Gogol Bordello, but instead of Balkan influences, Rum Shebeen look west to the Caribbean, like a latter day Specials.
