A good friend of ours Jeff Clark Meads wrote the original sleeve notes on the “you can’t have it all” album, I asked Jeff for an updated “Midlands” lilt on the band, Jeff’s musings below….
The sahnd o’ the north is a ferret wi’ a cowd.
The sahnd o’ the south is a bleat abaht the froth on a larty.
The sahnd o’ the Midlands is a rhythm.
From ‘eadstocks at collieries to foundries mekkin iron, the beat in the ‘eart of the country – in proper England – is metal on metal. It’s the pulse of the industry that med an empire an’ an echo in the thots of men ‘oo shaped a world, from Newton to Shakespeare to Tolkien. It’s the steel in the spine of evry Midlands youth ‘oo ever stud up for ‘is ideas.
Yer cahn’t grow up in the Midlands wi’aht feelin’ it movin’ in yer blud. ‘Earts pahnd in time wi’ it; souls sing melodies arahnd it, an’ days are lived at the pace it sets.
If the sahnd o’ the Midlands cud be seen, it’d be the ‘ammer of time on the anvil o’ the eternal.
And if the sahnd o’ the Midlands cud be fused inter four youths frum Leicester, it’d luk like Chrome Molly. Only prettier.�
