The Dropper’s Neck: Second Coming

The Essex Matchbox B-Line Disaster.

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Somewhere, in whatever ethereal lair he’s inhabiting in the afterlife, Lux Interior is surveying all he’s created and laughing a maniacal laugh.

Following The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster and David Cronenberg’s Wife, ghoulish garage punks The Dropper’s Neck are keeping the dark drama of The Cramps alive with their own deliciously twisted take on the blueprint Lux and co set out in 1976, with the occasional Jello Biafra wobble to frontman Lloyd Mathews’ voice for an added pinch of hysteria.

The result is fantastically, hilariously gloomy, all Hammer Horror tales of wicked deeds and devilish grooves. It may not be the most original album out there, but it’s a hell of a lot of fun.

Emma has been writing about music for 25 years, and is a regular contributor to Classic Rock, Metal Hammer, Prog and Louder. During that time her words have also appeared in publications including Kerrang!, Melody Maker, Select, The Blues Magazine and many more. She is also a professional pedant and grammar nerd and has worked as a copy editor on everything from film titles through to high-end property magazines. In her spare time, when not at gigs, you’ll find her at her local stables hanging out with a bunch of extremely characterful horses.