STRAPPING FIELDHANDS - Impossible To Say / Whiskers

350 copies. "Back in the rough n tumble days (and nights) of the 1990s, youd be hard pressed to find a singleslobbering indie-Ǭ-rock drunkard who wasnt a Fieldhands fan. From the tremendous early Siltbreeze singles to themagnificent Omphalos full -Ǭ-lengths, the galaxy and beyond were charmed by their wayward off -Ǭ-kilter pre/post-Ǭ-skiffle, pre/post -Ǭ-psychedelic, and pre/post -Ǭ-punk avant pop. Bob Malloy crafted swaying bizarre stories & fablesin a fake British accent as convincing as a perfectly fitting Toupee. But aside from 2002s unsung and virtuallyunheard Third Kingdom, all has been seemingly quiet in Fieldhands land. But aha! Theyve only been slumbering,laying in wait writing and recording. Which brings us here. Two brand new songs. One is a lively and scrappy,yet wistful anthem, perfect for hoisting a pint with the lads. The other is a tender Ray Davies-Ǭ-ian ballad about abearded lady. Hey, youre the one who asked!" - Richie.