June 30th 2014
DWC1072, Dirty Water Records
LP, CD, Download
When Spencer Evoy arrived in London fresh from Canada, little did he know that his quest to reignite the spirit of the rock'n'roll sound of the American Northwest would start outside a chicken shop on the Holloway Road.
Walking down that fabled stretch of tarmac, he was struck by the greasy aroma of deep fried chicken and felt his belly ache. Realising his funds had all ben spent on the plane fare, he whipped out his saxophone and proceeded to busk outside the premises in the hope of a few quid to pay for his next meal. Hearing the sweet tones of rock'n'roll drift into his bedroom in the flat above the shop, Bret Bolton called out to Spencer. Their eyes met and they instantly realised they were musical brothers in arms. Days later, they had formed a band together, naming it after the now sadly defunct and derelict chicken shop where they met: MFC Chicken.
Joined by Ravi on drums, Parsley on organ and Alberto on guitar, the poultry-loving group soon began making a name for themselves, becoming one of the hottest garage rock'n'roll acts in London, setting clubs alight with their own red hot take on "the music the Sonics were listening to".
Having spent a good year or more honing their set and finding out which songs make the girls dance *ie. all of them!), their debut LP, "Music for Chicken", cemented the globe-spanning gang as the finest purveyors of Pacific Northwest rhythm and blues in the land.
So do you love dancing but hate contemporary music? Are you desperate to hear garage rock'n'roll really taken back to its roots? If so, then you most definitely ready for that indescribable, unstoppable Chicken sound: "The latest and greatest item on the rock'n'roll dance menu."
With new bassist Fernando Terror on board, MFC Chicken have continued touring the world and found time to knock out a brand new album that is EVEN better than their debut.
- Chicken 'Bout You - 2:05
- Pocahontas - 2:06
- (Get Outta The) DJ Booth - 2:24
- Voodoo Chicken - 1:47
- I'm Her Pet - 2:15
- Hot Friend - 1:44
- (Show Me The) Gravy, Baby - 2:34
- Don't Wanna Talk About Chicken - 2:13
- Well Now - 3:08
- M.F. Sea Chicken - 2:49
- Chicken Shack - 2:25
- Horseshit - 2:03
- White Leather Boots - 2:05
- Dirty Little Bitch - 3:44
A right bunch of cheeky fuckers here with an album to completely break down any critical codswallop and to bring forth a fervent fever of gushing praise from even the most hard boiled reviewer. Make no mistake about it, these squawking sonic shits are good, darn good indeed and really excite with their innuendoed sax fuelled rock that has an obsession with the thrills of fast food chomping. Hailing from London these dudes really do need to spread their wings and drop some sonic shit on the heads of the unaware, here is my small attempt at provocating some flapping motions.
Sometimes you get a record to review and it just has you scratching your head wondering what the fuck have I just listened to. Well, lo and behold MFC Chicken has just done that as a chicken based album has just driven me cluckin' mad.
So with a retro swinging beat (well it is on Dirty Water Records after all) the music is delivered with aplomb and some of the sax playing is superb, but what's with the chicken based tunes, really?
Gary Schwind, music reviewer for the Orange County Music Examiner, has named MFC Chicken's 'Solid Gravy!' as one of his top 12 albums of 2014. Gary wrote:
If you're one of those old-skool garage fans who are waiting for King Salami and the Cumberland Three to put out their next album then I think I may have just found a quick temporty fix for you while we wait. Also on the Dirty Water label, there's more than a passing resemblence between MFC Chicken and the aforementioned King Salami and co. Except instead of being fixated on sausages, these guys, as their name suggests (they're named after a takeaway over in Holloway), have a bit of an obessession with chicken. Seriously, if someone hasn't tried to link the two bands up on a 'sausages 'n' chicken' tour already then the matter relly needs to be rectified asap.
First off, you need to understand that there's usually a guy in a chicken suit at these guys' shows. At least that's what I gathered from a few videos. [PJ: It doesn't happen at every show. Maybe this reviewer saw ME dressed as a chicken on the video of the Funtastic Dracula Carnival from last year?] I think that imagining a guy in a chicken suit is going to help you to appreciate this album. Why?
The second delivery from these Londoners drive. by a singer and explosive saxophonist. They finally adopted a slogan-like self-awarded title: "Making the music the Sonics were listening to." It is a playground marked by Johnny & the Hurricanes and Little Richard wholesale, with a detour via a frantically plucked "Chicken Shack" by Amos Molburn.
Trying to explain the phenomenon that is MFC Chicken to the uninitiated is tantamount to arguing for the need to wear to tie with a man who doesn't own a shirt. I would assert, however, that there is a great need for MFC Chicken in this world than there is for the neck tie - although I'm sure the band would disagree as they are far snappier dressers than this humble blogger. This second Long Player from the London based, multi-national group is not a far stretch from their first but then again, if ain't broke why the hell fix it?
Rock and Roll Bloodnok style! North London’s finest poultry obessed combo have released their second platter of inspired lunacy, and my what a greasy splattered platter it is. Recorded in beautifully mono and featuring sax so oily it should be scooped up, whacked on yer barnet and fashioned into a DA this is the first record that I’ve heard this year that does strange things to my internal organs.
Okay boys and girls, I’m done with playing nice here. I have previously extolled the virtues of MFC Chicken Music For Chicken to you, the 1537 Album of the Year for 2012* and it has come to my attention that some of you have not rushed out and bought it yet, even though it has a track on it called ‘Love (Is Gonna Fuck You Up)’.
HEY! A new MFC Chicken album! You will take back some poultry frat rock?
The least we can say listening to this Solid Gravy is that the group has not lost the panache that made great Music For Chicken.