 | | Jay Taylor of Bone-Box |
Like interplanetary pied pipers their caustic, twisting and insistently wistful melodies lull you into lay-bys of languid vistas that lift the brim of the hardest hat. A delicately malevolent witches brew that leaves you at once mordant and mellow, from soft moccasin-skinned rivulets to insurmountable swathes of sylvan splendour, Bone-Box are a band most likely, as Leonard Cohen sang, to take you travelling. Backed by Bone-Box brothers Jay and Ben Taylor, New York songstress Peg Simone sidles stage-ward slouched askance and shrugs her way through songs most would slumber over.  | | Peg Simone |
Wrestling primal back-alley poetry onto the moonlit porch of Grandpa, she fuses the petulant aura of Patti Smith or PJ Harvey with the pouting power and bristling pristine presence of her pianner playing namesake of yore. The current album she’s promoting – Branded Heart – is no misnomer as her songs pierce the still of the idle spew-stream emanating from the audience, as sure as her slide playing slopes off with your gravity. Deceptively vitriolic blues that hews through initial doubts mill-running, stripped down White Stripery. | 
