Welcome to the South Easy
Honestly? I was going to pop down tonight to check out the second in Normanton Street’s series of one-off jams on the strength of promised guest spots from Hatter and Bobbie Johnson. Not that I don’t like Normanton Street, but I always figured they were a bit mellow for my taste, a smidgeon too much mature R&B for my middle aged juvenile mind. Playing catch up with Normanton’s back catalogue this morning made me realise how badly I fucked up. Anyone who can inspire spontaneous involuntary dance moves while confessing how they were once torn between football stickers and Noam Chomsky is clearly operating on a higher level than the average artist. Essential stuff.