First an apology: it’s taken me ages to find the time to write this down, but “Brokenhearted” is a constant in the car, revving us all up when we … er. Go to the shops. Go to the beach. Go visit me mum. You know.There’s 11 songs here, only one I don’t much like, and that’s probably because it’s surrounded by a bunch of urgent, excited songs which pluck as much at your brain as your dancing shoes. Live, they’re thrilling, every song a cracker, a buzzing ball of energetic limbs, sneakers and strings.
If you’re an I-94 Bar regular reader and you don’t already have this one, I can’t help you, not really. “Brokenhearted on the Nullarbor” is not only an essential purchase but one you’ll be using to gee yourself up out of your cancer bed in a few years, or the nurses will be using to snap you out of that coma you mysteriously acquired as you rode your motorbike at 128 in a 50 zone and flipped, headphones on, volume custom-cranked to 12, dancing through the air to The Systemaddicts.
Play it and weep. This is what rock’n’roll should be like. Don’t argue, buy it and dance.
