We’re rather chuffed that the legendary “Whispering” Bob Harris has now played four tracks from the album in as many shows on Radio 2!

We’re all great fans of his and have spent many a drunken evening in front of those old “Whistle Test” DVDs. (A small cult has even formed in appreciation of Edgar Winter’s classic performance of “Frankenstein” on said programme.)

Here’s a review of the album from Dutch website www.altcountry.nl, as none of us speak Dutch we fed it into one of those translation sites and got this out. (We are thinking of calling the next album “In Wide Fifty Terrible Minutes”…)

We will live it with that at; zoveelste in file which americana-toer carry out flatlied refuse well. Already is here, however, a lot of particular to the hand because The Dials on their gelijknamige debuut (Gear Discs) on prairie-mat lay a hut derision to americana styles. That starts already with delicious surf-spaghetti-instrumental, entitled, how it is possible also differently, Theme From Dials. On what The Dials take along you on wild a ride by alto.country-countrycountry-country country-country. The Dials end up Brighton and existence from five men in sleetse dark packages and with the stropdasknopen on the knees: Martin Johnson (song, jet ear, to review), Dermot Watson (jet ear, rag stalk, pedal stalk, banjo, autoharp), Andy Taylor (ham mouth, tests, song, jet ear), Andy Davies (bass) and Andrew `Pidge Pidgeon (drums). A beautiful couple is it. A beautiful couple that has made a terrible plate. In eclectic (I weet it; a dirty word) style passes The Dials all americana stations. Spaghetti western, toefje Tex-Mex, what traditional country and a truck cargo spacy countryrock. The influences vary Sparks of Johnny cash to Beachwood, of New Riders or The Purple Sage to R.E.M. and of Syd Barrett to The Sadies. Gave koortjes, rattling drums, Farfisa and ham mouth and whining pedal furtive. Humour, bubblegum, twang and psyhedelic alto.country is such a beetje the basis ingredients of the delicious musical roller coaster ride of The Dials. In wide fifty terrible minutes zoveels come beautiful beyond that I am enough but with what weirde songtitels: From Fairying Champion To False Pegasus, Pontius Pilate ate K-Mart and most beautiful: Hello, My nasty Jesus And I m. An Alcoholic. I forgive the blasfemie them, simply because they provide me already for days mood to a good. A beautiful couple is it, The Dials. And what an excited plate! (Wiebren Rijkeboer)