The Wild Swans was like a beautiful, holy, sexy, disturbing, dreamy nightmare about breaking into heaven to have sex with the angels. Unfortunately I was woken from my reverie by someone yelling into my ear "Paul, it's 3 a.m. it's pissing with rain, it's your turn to clean the toilet and, oh yeah, your dog is dead".Paul Simpson
They’re back! English Electric Lightning is agitated and cynical and enigmatic, coolly sepulchral and endlessly melancholic. You can listen to – and buy – this desolate tour de force here.
A mate of mine was in Liverpool last month and took an interesting photo of the Cavern Club Wall of Fame. He didn’t say if The Wild Swans are honoured – although I trust that they are – but he was most bemused that China Crisis had somehow managed to keep hold of their spot.