Recordstore

Dead Rider are up and rolling again and ‘Crew Licks’ is the latest job. After the thousand days and nights since ‘Chills On Glass’, Dead Rider had to overcome the creeping suggestion that they multitask themselves to sleep - or to premature brain death - whichever came first. Now they’re ready to get into their Rolling Stones suit and thank you for letting them be themselves again; to extrude rude grooves, shattered R&B and / or hip hop and mother’s blues in a priapic triad, tripped-out and overlaid, shedding the old fresh in search of new flesh.