Eric Delaney Band Parade – Untitled
Genre: Pop, Jazz | Style: Easy Listening | Country: UK | Label: Pye Nixa
Alright, buckle up. This album ain’t trying to reinvent the wheel, but man, does it roll smooth. The Eric Delaney Band Parade delivers a vibe that’s equal parts lounge lizard and foot-tapping pub jam. It’s got this unpretentious charm, like someone handed them a mic and said, “Go nuts,” and they just… went for it. No frills, no overthinking—just good tunes with a pinch of British swagger.
Let’s dive into two tracks that stuck in my brain like gum on a shoe. First off, “Truckin’” slaps harder than you’d expect from an easy-listening jazz joint. That bassline? Insanely groovy. You can practically smell the diesel fumes as you cruise down some imaginary highway. It’s not groundbreaking or anything, but damn if it doesn’t make your shoulders shimmy without asking permission. And those horn hits? They punch through like a drunk bloke at closing time—loud, brash, and impossible to ignore. Props to whoever arranged that chaos because it works.
Then there’s “Roamin’ In The Gloamin’.” What even is this title? Sounds like something your granddad would mutter while fishing. But holy crap, the melody hooks you faster than a bad habit. There’s this lazy sax solo halfway through that feels like sinking into a warm bath after a long day. Like, yeah, I get it, we’re all sophisticated now. Shut up and let me enjoy this moment. Plus, the rhythm section keeps things tight enough that you don’t drift off entirely—which, honestly, could happen given how chill this thing gets.
The rest of the album? Solid, sure. Tracks like “Oranges And Lemons” bring a quirky nostalgia trip, while “Hornpipe Boogie” leans hard into its maritime roots (seriously, sailors might start tap-dancing). But nothing else grabs you by the collar quite like these two bangers.
Here’s the kicker, though. Listening to this record feels less like hearing music and more like eavesdropping on a bunch of mates having fun. Sure, it’s a bit rough around the edges, but maybe that’s why it sticks. Maybe perfection isn’t the point. Or maybe I’m just tired and rambling. Either way, give this one a spin if you want something low-key yet oddly memorable. Just don’t blame me when “Truckin’” gets stuck in your head for three days straight.
