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<\/a><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nBack in the mists of time, sometime around 1994, I was gifted a second-hand t shirt (sleeves cut off, obviously). On the front was a cartoon dog and a cat with a baseball bat, in neon pink writing the band logo of some obscure, local glam band who had long since split up. That band were called Sister Morphine and on the back of that very same t shirt was the immortal phrase \u2018SUCK MY JUBE!\u2019. To this day I still have no idea what that means, and until recently what Sister Morphine actually sounded like, but I loved that t shirt and wore it to death. Turns out the singer of that very same band would be my boss\/editor\/sender of cool music during my time as a reviewer for the legendary Uber Rock website.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
South Wales based Sister Morphine were regulars on the club circuit back in the late 80\u2019s\/early 90\u2019s, supporting the likes of Last Of The Teenage Idols and Gunfire Dance. But sadly, the stars didn\u2019t align and the band went their separate ways. Who would’ve guessed that Gaz Tidey, guitarists Jamesy & Jonesy, bassist Mike DeSouza and drummer Denley Slade would get the band back together during lockdown and record the debut album that they threatened to make back in those halcyon days of hairspray, fags and thunderbird wine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, while you and I were baking banana bread, drinking beer at 10am and watching Tiger King on Netflix, Sister Morphine were scouring their lofts for lost rehearsal tapes, to find the best versions of their beloved songs from a lifetime ago, to see if they really could resurrect Sister Morphine from the graveyard of empty bottles and claim their rightful place as the kings of Glunk Rock 2023!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But why should you care about lost songs recorded by a bunch of 50-somethings, written a lifetime ago? Well, it turns out Sister Morphine can knock out a few tunes, and bloody good ones at that! I must say I was pleasantly surprised when I heard the first single and title track \u2018Ghosts Of Heartbreak City\u2019. Who knew Mr. Tidey had such a sleazy vocal delivery that would stand up after all these years. With a voice that sits somewhere between Ricky Warwick and Zodiac Mindwarp, he takes the catchy melody by the scruff of the neck, over a tune that could be an AI generated mash up of The Dogs D\u2019amour and The Quireboys. It\u2019s a 70\u2019s glam rock boogie of a tune and the perfect introduction to the party going on down at Heartbreak City!<\/p>\n\n\n\n