In a musical landscape awash with singer/songwriters and indie guitar bands, an album of gritty funk, soul and blues from this most unlikely ramshackle gang of reprobates emanating from the leafy suburbs of Terenure and Churchtown put the proverbial cat among the po-faced pigeons. More than a few feathers were ruffled.
Upon its release, the British and Irish press were enraptured.
Q Magazine “A cocktail of sleazy blues, dirty funk and righteous fervor”
The Telegraph “An astonishing work of wit and soul”
The Observer “Splicing Outkast and The Stones in songs that rely on pure feel”
Hotpress “A balsy, gritty collection of songs, oscillating between Alabama 3 and uber-cool James Brown Funk”
The Irish Times “If you love music you’ll want citizenship”
Celebrity plaudits soon followed with Shane MacGowan declaring “The Loose are what it’s all about” and Ash’s Tim Wheeler remarking “The Loose are exploring the history of black music, from blues to hip-hop and somehow pulling it off.”
