Sounds From The Junkshop #87 - The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
"I wanna f**k your mother/It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it..." - The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Celebrate Your Mother I've said a couple of times in the past when writing a Sounds From The Junkshop column that sometimes one of the most enjoyable things is revisiting a band whose records you've not heard for ages and remembering just how much fun they were. And listening back to Brighton nutcases the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster's debut album Horse Of The Dog was definitely one of those moments. Here's the thing about the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, right - their singer Guy McKnight basically looked like Richard Ashcroft's long lost evil and ultra-unhinged twin. Onstage, the man was frankly an utter lunatic, leaping around, screaming gibberish into the mic, climbing the rig, curling up on the floor and on one occasion I saw them, shoving the microphone down the front of his boxer shorts, picking it out again, sni...