Ghalia & Mama’s Boys, Let The Demons Out. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You might think that you are immune to the power of advertising, to the pull of the human trait of desire for the sound of the Siren which urges you into the minefield of exploration, of searching for tantalising glimpse of a passion you have never experienced before; you might think you are beyond such base thought but reason means nothing when you hear the music of Ghalia & Mama’s Boys for the first time.

The Siren calls from the stage to Let The Demons Out, a command perhaps, a sense of urgent demand to let those that haunt you be set free, to let them vanish into the sunlight and let the Siren take you by the hand, to see that there is another reason to be in light.

The Siren takes many forms, can be in many different moods and switches between playful and raging tempest, no matter their name, they always pull you in with a hook and a smile in the lyrics and it is no wonder that Ghalia & Mama’s Boys have taken on that role with such unabashed ease in their album Let The Demons Out.

Accompanied by Johnny Mastro on harmonica and vocals, Smokehouse Brown on guitar, Dean Zucchero on bass and the erstwhile Rob Lee on drums, Ms. Vauthier takes the listener on a non-stop high drive rollercoaster trip that only gets more beautifully upbeat and passionate as each song’s focus becomes realised and leaves the audience feeling giddy with excitement; a sense of the real and genuine power at the young musician’s fingertips.

In tracks such as the album’s title track, Let The Demons Out, the rocket fuelled adoration in Have You Seen My Woman, Addiction, I’m Shakin’, See That Man Alone and the buoyant Hiccup Boogie, what comes across is dynamism stimulated by the sound of the siren as she brings the sea-tossed sailors in their Blues attire closer, not to the rocky remains of time and broken down shores, but instead intimately to her way of thinking, her European soul and her Nashville inherited ways.

Let The Demons Out, any way which you can, allow them to walk the Earth perhaps, let them be seen and then let them loose, for the Siren and her band have decreed there is a new sound in town.


Ian D. Hall