anorak or fishtail savagery; let sleeping dogs lie

before the skies cleared over Boomland, there briefly existed a sometimes growling sextet, Bulldog Breed. Featuring all three key members of T2 – in what I gather was a fusion of two minor league English collectives, Gun and Please – Bulldog Breed lived long enough to see the release of one long player on the fledgling Decca subsidiary, Deram Nova.

Rationing nuances of the sort which would catapult …Boomland beyond the run of the mill, the material here is a far more derivative distillation of live circuit blues rock fare studded with an occasionally brilliant facet of pure mod pop, informed by the ever excellent Small Faces and The Who; some very Keith Moon drum patterns, especially, on the track \”Reborn\”, with guitar from Keith Cross which wanders from classic Townshend windmilling into some – briefly – glorious Ron Asheton riffing. Nice on uppers but largely unremarkable.

Believe it or not, too – given my previous observation on T2\’s \”History Man\” stylings – the album even features a harp laden instrumental called \”Top of the Pops Cock ?!?!\”; a John Mayall piece of tired effrontery which almost put me to sleep. Alas. That was my bleeding eared wish. And suitably, given Pete Dunton\’s uncanny resemblance to Dougal from \”The Magic Roundabout\” (circa T2), there is even a throaway slice of whimsy with the same working title – complete with \”Laughing Gnome\” faux jollity – which would not be at all out of place on a children\’s tv show. Lyrically ham-fisted and all the more baffling since side 2 ends on the pseudo penny dreadful which is \”Austin Osmanspare\”; an overblown slab of gothic posturing which not even Syd would have been able to salvage. Saucer-eyed on Mandrax, melting centre stage.

Made in England, with everything bar the kitchen sink included at a discount.

Peter Dunton: drums, vocals; Keith Cross: guitar, keyboards, vocals; Bernhard Jinks: bass; vocals Rob Hunt: flute, vocals.

BULLDOG BREED: YOU from \”Made In England\” LP (Deram Nova) 1969 (UK)


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