For a brief period in late 1989 and early 1990, I was a card-carrying member of the Madchester mob.
While my first love was definitely the Stone Roses lads, the work of The Inspiral Carpets left a greater impression than most of their other contemporaries.
I point the finger of blame at Clint Boon, the guy squelching away on the organ and lifting each track into a more vital and exciting place than they probably would be if solely reliant on the more typical guitars etc.
Having said that, lead singer Tom Hingley has a voice very well suited to this genre, and he plays off against said organ lines very well.
The passage of time has not harmed the aural power of this album, and I’ve relished the revisit… but looking at this video-clip I do question what I was thinking when I thought these guys had some sort of sartorial smarts:
Perhaps they were taking fashion tips from the great Emo Phillips:
File under: Life with a pudding bowl haircut