Daddy's Hands Tutankhamun

If one were to walk into a foreign desert saloon at noon, hung over on psychedelics and other experimental substances, then Daddy's Hands is what you would probably hear pounding out of the stereo system. They are one part Tom Waits, one part Kurt Weill, one part Cramps and ten other parts unrecognisable. They make one feel like they are suspended high above at a 1920s cabaret, held up by sinewy theremin sounds that hang like strings. Needless to say, they are quite bizarre and definitely worth a listening adventure. (Scratch)