Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The Sunday Experience means different things to different age groups.

There are those to whom Sunday was steeped in a mystery of illusion, the world grinded on but for them it was still, the only movement detected was in the consistency of the gravy and the quickness of the finger as you pressed play/record on the tape deck to catch the latest hits surfacing around the top forty.

For others, it has always been just like any other day of the week, filled with anxiety of living life to the full. Making the most of every minute to the detriment of sitting still, of seeing the final drop of the weekend from the contented half-closed eyes as they scan briefly over the latest weather reports and the clouded, but adored memories, of the Shop Window Girl or the blank, unsent letter that awaits words and wisdom.

We all have our views on the beauty or dearth of what Sunday brings, but it is in the imagery of The Bordellos that we can see the maelstrom and whirlpool effect of the seventh day, for who doesn’t prefer a dollop of anarchist thought to enter the mind when dealing with the infinite, the rebellion of voice in the sanctuary demanded by others, The Sunday Experience is given its own distinctive argument and passion.

Originally released as a limited edition 10-inch E.P. on Benevolent Antenna Records, the band bring the songs to a wider audience, and that gruff exterior, that husky gravelly stance, lays the beating heart of street poetry, and perhaps more than at any time with their music this E.P. is a prime example of the theatre within the delivery.

Across Blank Letter, Shop Window Girl, I Curse The Person Who Bought You Your First Guitar, and the spoken word insight in Now About That Tape, Brian Shea, Gary Storey, Vinny Pates, Geoff Parr, Dan Shea, and Ant Shea, The Bordellos bring their fortune and memory to the greater attention of the masses, and it is a gloriously angry, demanding, fierce, unyielding, passionate affair in which to remember Sunday in whichever way you see fit.

To know The Bordellos is to love them, the sound isn’t rich and heavenly, it’s finer, more astute than that, it is the reminder that being earthy, down to earth and wild is a more natural way to express yourself. As always, a cracker of a listen.

Ian D. Hall