More of wot I have seen…

Alabama 3 at the HMV Forum

We have a couple of Alabama 3 albums, the best being their debut Exile on Coldharbour Lane.
Although the band doesn’t seem to take them selves too seriously, they do have some pretty deep messages to convey in their lyrics.

We were looking forward to seeing them and travelled up to North London, had a meal in an Italian Café and then went on to the venue, a superbly converted cinema. Once in the venue we suddenly felt old – it was very load and there was no seating downstairs. We were not however the oldest there and we soon realised that we could not pick out a typical audience member style as it varied from hip-hop homies, gay cowboys, heavy set rockers, top hat wearing Goths, indie chicks and boys and people more like us. It was a party atmosphere and the band had great energy, but we were glad to leave early to catch the train as our ears were ringing. The unfortunate side effect of playing their music so loud was that we missed most of the wonderful lyrics as our eardrums distorted at the volume.


They say…
‘We're the Alabama 3. We make Sweet Pretty Muthafuckin Country Acid House Music. All night long. We're not from Alabama, and there's not three of us. We're from Brixton, London. We're the fellas that did that Soprano's theme tune. That tune bought someone a swimming pool, but it sure wasn't any of us...’

‘…As ministers in the First Presleyterian Church of Elvis the Divine, we know the party ain't never over. Not till you're sitting on the toilet in a big nappy with a rancid quarter pounder in your, fat, cold, dead, dead, emerald-encrusted hand…’