Catch Review, from SkyQuaker’s Debut album 1.5
“Catch” from SkyQuakers debut album 1.5
Review by Andy Wilkins
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A rock stomp so infectious it probably breached NHS containment protocols.
Full Jagger. Possibly Tina Turner on a sugar bender. Definitely someone’s pelvis getting dislocated in time with the kick drum.
Possibly the most fun you can have while being spiritually mugged by a tambourine.
Just when you think it’s about to settle into a sensible groove, it punches a hole in the ceiling and leaps into a prog-rock sea shanty—the kind they banned in Plymouth for summoning too many ghosts.
Somewhere, Lord Nelson weeps into his rum, overcome by sheer rhythmic majesty.
Francis Drake spins in his grave—not out of shame, but just to keep time.
This isn’t a track—it’s a maritime exorcism with a strut.
A sonic mutiny led by Steve, armed only with a Telecaster, a grin, and possibly a large unpaid bar tab.
Skyquaker prove once again they are the only band legally allowed to time-travel, resurrect sea captains, and perform loud miracles without a license.
Put this one on if your soul needs waking up by something wearing sequins and waving a cutlass.