Staggering through the heather like a ramfeezled Monarch of the Glen after a night on the randan, Elvis McGonagall is back with his trademark blend of satirical verse, anarchic wit and dazzling Weltschmerz as he takes a spin round Bus-Replacement-Service Britain and beyond. War, famine, pestilence, and Gregg Wallace. What a world. The apricot hellbeast is slouching round The White House, Babylon’s burning and God’s too busy taking selfies and posting TikTok videos to notice. But dinnae fash yersel. Just find a comfy chair, open a bottle of single malt and join Elvis as he desperately searches for some silver lining in the gathering storm clouds. From BYO boozy Bozza bantz to Sir Keir’s karaoke toolshed via Marxist cockerpoos and tech-bro-billionaire bullshit, it’s all here in “Cask Strength”, 5 years’ worth of 50 degree proof poetry – think Ken Dodd’s “Happiness” sung by Leonard Cohen. With pictures for those who don’t like words.
