The oily winds of Camden Town has whistled past a million wannabe's, you can taste the dead skin, the perished tarmacadam, the booze steeped distressed suits of a hundred years. The market is full of dead eyed teens unable to find satisfaction in the clothes and music of theirs or anyone's era…it's all gone to buggery…time to seek out one of the most original voices to come out of London in a long time…

With an attitude of divine provocation, El Roy demands attention, this singular hip unit makes for a cavalcade of rum gone dissected rock and roll, but spiced by the calypso, the rumba, the mojo hoodoo of Africa in exile… of the Now but informed by the Then, the Zen, not in league with the Dollar, the Pound or the Yen….music that expands on life's experiences with tunes born to make you move, and lyrics that demand a knowing smile, like reading Marquez with a Roger And The Gypsies soundtrack…a marriage made in heaven… or London.

Whether you try your ears out on the big-beat-boogie-punk-jazz-purging-of-the-lungs sensation that is Blind Faith (wherein film auteur Luca Brenna makes fabulous use of God's gift of light..) the Tom Waits on meth beatnik waltztime loco of The Book Of Time, or the magically re-oiled Cuban rockabilly noir that is Spartacus you will find a veritable carnival for the soul.

So kids... "Beware The Fishead" and do time with the music of El Roy – the starkly original soundtrack for a lost generation, in a time when beer is not enough and common decency is out of the question.