Rockingbirds – Whatever Happened to the Rockingbirds
Can Brits play any sort of country? Can blue men sing the whites? Can you tell margarine from butter? The last two remain mysteries of the universe, but the answer to the first, if this is the evidence, is an emphatic NO. Given the fact that communications have improved beyond the carrier pigeon, you’d think these lads would have noticed that there’s far more to country than Nashville, but it seems they slept through that class and instead decided to churn out material of a lower common denominator than Alabama, the Oak Ridge Boys, and all the big hats and mustaches combined. Worse than that, the songs are borrrrringggg. Even if we were still in the ’70s (and thank the Lord for small mercies, we’re not), this would still be crap, not up there with the sonorous tones of Brinsley Schwarz and Eggs Over Easy. So, essentially, the Rockingbirds lose on all possible counts. I can’t say for sure what happened to them, but my guess would be that if they were ever any good, they turned to shit.