- Laura Ennor
- 23 August 2010
This article is from 2010.
Delightfully silly succession of unhinged underworld creeps
Jazz poetry must surely be one of the art forms most ripe for parody, and that’s what Nichol does, wonderfully, as grizzly 1970s Baltimore bard Bobby Spade. The best part is that he’s not playing it completely straight – while the backing band are po-faced and genuinely talented, there’s a glint in his eye as he introduces a delightfully silly succession of unhinged underworld creeps.
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