The Bahookie Cheek – Guru from the Glen

We are the dandy highwaymen that you’re too scared to section.

Now with this sort of calibre of tongue in cheek referencing to the Adam Ant lyric in ‘Her Majesties Pleasure’ then what is there not to love about Bahookie Cheek?

Song after song on ‘the guru of the glen’ album is awash with literal puns that fit perfectly in the context of all the material, but the band are not comedians.
And it would be a mistake to simply file them away as such.
Rather they just have a humorous outlook, a darkly humorous outlook, and they are not shy about weaving it into the songs that they write.

On ‘How Can I Miss You’ they sound like the Beautiful South if Heaton and co had been raised in Easterhouse and had thought about doing an Irvine Welsh follow up to ‘You Keep It All In’ that would feature some glue sniffing and someone’s balls getting crushed in a vice, and no I’m not joking.

And just as you are getting used to that, just starting to wrap your head around it, they then change gear and follow it up with punk reggae track ‘Anarchy Lounge’ that features samples that the Clash would have happily pilfered when they were playing at being Jamaican.

By now anyone listening will start to realise that the only thing that they can expect is the unexpected, and there is strength in that when a band can maintain a recognisable thread rather than ending up sounding like they are featured on a compilation of acts, and Bahookie Cheek can deliver that common thread.

Because no matter what sound they are dipping their toes in, from country to classic pop and all points in between, they are still unmistakably the Bahookie Cheek.

For those of a certain vintage they also have a slight flavouring of The Humpff Family, albeit without as many Scottish overtones, if that sort of referencing helps.

Although with that being said the delivery, and the dark humour, as mentioned before could really only come from a band that were rooted in Scotland
It’s as distinctive as a deep fried pizza and a can of Irn Bru and screams ‘Wha’s Like Us, Damn Few And They’re A’ Deid.’

I’m going to listen to this one a great deal, and that, in a nutshell, is the sign of a good album.

PS. There’s a hidden track on the CD. After track ten fast forward to track 68, aye 68, and another wee gem can be found.