Le Skeleton Band is a great sonic for the sad Pere Lachaise soul. Let us pass Chopin, Wilde & Morrison & spy on slow night skeletons scattering amongst the tombs. It truly works for a release into the centre of a thick midnight laden with bugs. There are a few clichés in the translation that fall short but in whole I’d contentedly dance mad & liberated beneath casting momentary silhouettes within the sphere of LSB. Their debut album ‘Preacher Blues’ is complete, well structured and consistent in its message. It is sad but at the same time encouraging. They seem like a younger sibling of their compatriots Noir Desir but hopefully the follicley challenged lead singer will not bludgeon his girlfriend to death with a pottery penis – then again perhaps this passion is why Noir Desir have the beards & LSB the butt fluff. Setting this aside Le Skeleton Band are not great but they are good, if they could’ve been more imaginative than the use of the Melodica & Glockenspiel & unleashed a self woven pubic harp or a mammary gland cornet I would pleasurably attend every gig in the caves of Gordon, painting sabre toothed mammoths to the timbre of their frequencies. Well done thou calcium vertebrate band. 104 out of 206 Bones
