Blimey. I don’t ever recall getting that sort of inspiration while eating a full English at Popham Little Chef on the A303.
That being said it sounds like a rollicking combination if Bulzaras latest offering is a fair reflection. Bloc rocking beats with thumping bass lines power this album past the first coffee all the way to the last drop of bean sauce mopped up on the final corner of toast. If only all breakfasts were like this…. definitely looking forward to the burger and chips follow up.

The cover of this latest release is just perfect for this album.
Take a bottle of rye whisky, find an empty field, stare at the stars and explore memories… history…. ghosts of times past and you have this album in a nutshell.
Andrews character filled vocals meld beautifully with his strings and lead you on your journey of contemplation. One of my favourite albums of the last year.

When you hear The Squirrel describe his intention as being a ‘mission to chill’, if you know his music you know to treat this with a certain amount of scepticism . His mystical highness almost gets there with Drifting in Saline and Steve Haze before returning with his box of big bass tricks to batter you senseless with Wake The FK Up & Get Out Of The Tank Dude and achieving what every artist aspires to - he leaves you wanting more….much more….albeit have some paracetamol on standby.