Un Doherty country

Le canzoni sono nate nel villaggio della Normandia dove vivono Peter e la sua famiglia, un contesto rurale nel quale il cantante e chitarrista dei Libertines ha collaborato con Mike Moore, produttore e musicista già produttore di Baxter Dury e chitarrista nella band di Liam Gallagher.

"È piuttosto vivace, piuttosto country", ha detto Doherty della titletrack. "'Dredging the mouth of the Humber' è un verso di Hancock (riguardo allo zucchero coagulato e spolverato sul fondo di una ciotola di cornflakes).

Sarà disponibile anche un disco bonus in edizione limitata, "Bootstrap Sessions", in vinile, con brani tratti dalle famigerate bootleg session di Peter risalenti al periodo compreso tra il 2003 e il 2007.

L'album da 12 tracce include i brani 'Killamangiro', 'Ballad of Grimaldi', 'Lady Don't Fall Backwards'/'Bollywood To Batersea' e 'Hooligans on E'.

Il testo di Feel Better Alive

I gave my nights up for old songs, sound better alive

I gave my life over to old songs, sound better alive

I dredged the mouth of the Humber, felt better alive

Slipped unnoticed across your border, felt better alive

The song it skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all I want as it comes together, sing the melody

I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, felt better oh my

I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, was a hell of a night

There's song he skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all at once it came together in sacred melody

And I'd always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only cowboys can

But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky fell low over north London

And it hangs low until this day

I dreamt of gunfights in Toledo, when I opened my eyes

I was in the lay by north of Telford, an A-road lay lay by

And as the tour had gunked and jumped along, seemed to fall apart

Then all at once ran true as a lay-line under sacred Albion

And I had always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only a cowboy can

But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky hangs low over Margate sands

And it hangs low ah...

Il ritorno solista di Peter Doherty

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