DS Album Review: The Zipheads Are Here For The Rock’n’Roll Renaissance

On a rainy day in Edinburgh, in an unassuming pub on cobblestone streets, three lads from St. Albans were pulling instruments from their cases and setting up on a stage in the back of the old brick building. One of them, a grinning well-dressed man in a long peacoat was holding a beautiful Gretsch guitar. Another was wielding an upright bass, and the third a snare. I knew instantly I was in for a good night. After a bit of conversation, and the typical hurry up and wait tedium that is the true dull reality of the life of a touring artist...