The Victorian English Gentlemens Club

September 2009 sees the release of The Victorian English Gentlemens Club's sophomore album, Love On An Oil Rig, heralded on July 6th by a new single, Parrot.

Parrot started life as a sappy acoustic song written by Adam and was promptly assassinated by a revolted Louise, via the power of a triple distorted bass tuned lower than Josef Fritzl's parenting ability. It's a stripped down, isolated tale of loneliness caused by a silenced bird, a failed attempt at dub and guitars pushed beyond musical use, with a full thirteen seconds of a tune somewhere near the end.

Since the release of their first album The Victorian English Gentlemens Club toured for too long, then locked themselves away. They wrote 100 songs, disposed of 88 humanely, and have now laid out the remaining dozen on a 3? silver platter, for your dirty soul to revel in.

Their previous opus was based on a severe lack of musical understanding; their eponymous debut saw them groping their instruments like over-anxious teenagers, fast, furious and lots of fun. Their second is full of confidence and somewhat brutally, demands your respect.
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