Animal Tracks

Imagine a room thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of spilled ale, where the only light comes from the glowing tubes of a Vox amplifier. This isn't the polite, jangly pop of the mid-60s; it’s a heavy, rhythmic pulse that feels like it was forged in the shipyards of Newcastle.

Eric Burdon’s voice doesn't just sing; it stalks the melodies, a deep baritone that can erupt into a jagged howl at any moment. It’s the sound of a band that spent too many nights in basement clubs, honing a version of the blues that is as desperate as it is defiant.