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We stand at a cross roads in the fate of humanity, we find we cannot move forward because of what holds us back, we cannot retain the old ideals and sounds of beleaguered triumphalism because the future demands, and requires, change.

Our surroundings are such that we have poisoned the sky, the oceans and the land, we have allowed the taint in our minds to become corrupted, dirtied, as if playing in the mud was ever going to get us clean. From top to bottom, our relationship with the world is spoilt, with those we love it has become a game between toxicity and abuse, narcissistic and driven by greed; the only solution at times it seems is to sweep the chequered board in which we have been playing a cosmic game of one sided chess, and make it appear that we have been able to Destroy The Evidence of our passing through history’s gaze.

Yet for all the worry, for all the guilt and pain that envelops us, occasionally we find a way to rise up, see above the damned and darkness and embrace a new way of thinking, of witnessing a burst of creativity that unfolds, is enough to make you crave for more, a craving for an energy that is deep and is almost shrouded in the mystical, the beat of an age in which a sense of freedom could be attained.

For Liverpool’s The Peach Fuzz, the urge to Destroy The Evidence doesn’t come from a plane of disenchantment, it arguably comes from a necessity, an open minded appreciation of the past and the ways it continues to teach, to inform us, and yet knowing full well at some point we have to make up our mind and step foot in a particular direction at the crux of the crossroads in front us.

A dream like state perhaps, but one in which the music flows with grace, with a semblance of spirituality that is based on human reflection and not in a laboured, misguided worship. A blend of The Beatles at their most Progressive and the Small Faces at their most intriguing, rounded off perfectly by their own impressive values, not destroying the evidence, more extinguishing the fires we started and moving forward.

A classy introduction to The Peach Fuzz, one to savour.

Ian D. Hall