It's with sadness and a genuine feeling of what could've been that I type this blog. My good friends THE DAGGER LEES from Dublin town have split. All bands with any decency should split but not before they get to record their opus and this has turned out to be what's happened.
(Fuck it I'm calling them by the name I knew them by before a lawyer made them change it, STAGGER LEE god damn it)
Late last year I heard they were to record the debut album at Detroit Recorders with Jim Diamond, I've been a fan of Jim's for years now, one of my favorite albums of all time was recorded there "The Von Bondies - Lack of Communication" (thats also funny for another reason but I won't go there). But when I heard the Lees had been paired with Mr. Diamond I saw a great rock n roll album, the hard part had been done the tours & gigs, writing and more writing, trouble & strife, heart-ache & joy then pair it with the right guy to make the album and bam your home and dry......or so I thought.
Stagger Lee have been one of the best bands in Ireland for a couple of years now, (the only only possible argument to that could only be personal taste and you'd have been wrong), and by Grums twisted bones they deserved to make that fucking album.
Lets go through it, they got the choons brothers and sisters by fuck have they got the choons, they got Donna and Benni let's face it two good looking women or I'm a fucking Cornish pastie. Donna wailing with Rock n Soul Gospel vibrations and looking so damn pretty the paradox makes you wonder what happened to her that she can sing like that because like all the best its all born of pain baby. Benni, beautiful and the coolest looking person I ever saw on a stage in my life and the coolness comes over in her playing, she looks like she'd show Sinatra a thing or two. Grum, the writhing beautiful dirty bastard guitar daemon, inspired and inspring. Justin looking like a fucking cartoon of himself and drumming like he was melting. It makes me sad.
Ah well, Let it be known brother and sisters I've had a couple of drinks and Stagger Lee will-o-the-wisp'd their way into my misty brain and I was compelled to type this little tribute. Stagger Lee, genuine heavyweight contenders I shall have my memories and my regret.
To Stagger Lee. My friends.
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