The Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell are the last of a dying breed of Greasy Rock Musicians who somehow, despite and in spite of the last 3 decades trying their best to kill off balls out, non-bullshit rock'n'roll music, somehow, against all the frigging odds, still exist, surviving on a steady diet of God sent gigs, hire vans, broken down amps, split drum skins, greasy spoon fry ups, patched up jeans, roll-ups, cheap leather jackets, booze, weed and bathtub speed.

Spare them your sympathy - no-one made the silly bastards do it. They just NEED to!! Right??