BONEYARDS
A band that writes snotty ear-bashing tunes about beatboxing is a band worth knowing about, and loving.
Boneyards (or is it BONEYARDS?) are from somewhere south – London or Brighton, I’m not sure – and will likely tickle you if you like Mazes, Thee Fair-Ohs, Flats or going back a bit further, The Mummies and bits of Bad Brains. Which, being a fairly simple soul musically, I do.
Their cassette is available from what is another in a long line of brilliantly-named, t-shirt-worthy labels, Italian Beach Babes. Said label is also responsible for the brilliant Wet Dog, who put out their record long pre-this blog, which has just reminded me that I should post something about them.
ANYWAY, they – BONEYARDS, that is – are supporting Novella at the Shacklewell Arms on Friday, which handily (for me, anyway) is on the 488 bus route, AND, ladies and gentlemen, it’s a mere THREE of your British pounds to get in.
Listen:
Snare Sneezer by BONEYARDS
One thing – wtf is with the cassettes? They’re retro, but as a musical delivery medium, they are also shit. Everyone knows wax cylinder is where it’s at.







