King Prawn - Fried In London

Itís seemingly been a long time coming this one. But itís here at last, and the nation can rejoice in the lunacy that is The Prawn. Oh, and, some might say just as importantly, in the great songs that can be found etched into this CD. Cos great songs they are. Mixing up ska, punk, hardcore and reggae, the Prawn have the knack of finding a tune out of all this, not allowing it to outstay its welcome, and at the same time, generating a sound that is all their own.

Itís good. Itís very good. Itís a real Tour De Prawn. And live itís even better.

First single off the album, Not Your Punk, is a skaíd up belter of a song. If you can skank, then you will be. The rest of us just go ďyeaaahhhh, Iím not your punk, no Iím not that punk ... d d d d d d d d dĒ (Imagine that the Ďdí is a skanky guitar sound). Shouldíve been a hit. But it wasnít.

Throughout the 11 tracks, youíre taken on journies through different musical boundaries, so best fasten the seatbelt. But despite that, itís still over in 30 mins, which is probably my main complaint. But there again, better to leave people wanting more I guess, than complaining of things outstaying their welcome.

Highlights, well, itís difficult to choose, because to me, it all fits together nicely, and you donít really have the time to be picky. But, well, if youíre going to twist my arm, then Racist Copper probably gets it. But Not Your Punk, Felled, Role Model. Theyíre all good. How many times have I said that in reviews? But itís the truth, and so thereís no harm in reiterating the point.

Theyíre going to be compared with Dub War, and indeed any other bands that do this meshing of sounds. Itís about time we started getting them somewhere, instead of simply comparing. How much more evidence of a great British scene do people need?

And if youíve not seem them live, well, itís not even worth me finishing the sentence. Go. Now. Go on.