Picture, if you will, the archetypal rock family tree. You know the one, based on those incestuous sixties bands, on that program your Dad watched religiously on BBC2 ten years ago. Now, on said tree imagine a new bough extending: out of the hedgerow that is Fairport Convention and into The Who at the height of their powers (a relative twiglet by comparison). Somewhere upon this new shoot lies Mills and Boon, not by insemination or betrothal, but in the obscurest aural manner. Got that? Good. Finally then, to complete the tapestry, you must regard Mills and Boon as the family member with the deep-seated psychological problems, the cousin who was touched as a child.
Now, before those of you who are easily led get carried away, I must point out that you shouldn't expect to hear sweet sounds akin to Sandy Denny here; what you will find in Mills and Boon is a lot closer to a live rendition of "A Quick One While He's Away" than, say, a digitally remastered "Pinball Wizard"...but...even that doesn't do them justice. There are found sounds and effects, seemingly found or improvised spoken phrases and psychedelic breakdowns aplenty. In the nicest possible way, Mills and Boon are a ramshackle folk mess. And I love them.
Their debut album got a release on Bearos in 2007, but subsequent offerings slip into the hard-to-find category...unless you find your way onto their Myspace account, where they offer to send you out their recording history in exchange for a mere address. If Barrett and Beefheart or, more latterly, the guitar stylings of the likes of Women are your cup of tea, you could do a lot worse than drop this lot a line.
Can I interest you in a club sandwich?