
New York’s The Bobby Lees have built their reputation the long way round, through relentless touring and a catalogue that feels more scraped together than carefully assembled, which is precisely the appeal. A fourth album, and a first for a bigger label, might suggest a smoothing-out of those rough edges. It doesn’t really happen. ‘Napoleon’ opens with guitars pushed high in the mix, drums snapping into a tight, almost claustrophobic pattern while Sam Quartin delivers lines in short bursts that feel half-spoken, half-spat. Their take on ’50ft Queenie’ keeps the lurching rhythm intact but roughens the tone, bass slightly distorted, everything sitting just a fraction off-centre. ‘New Self’ loosens the tempo, letting the rhythm section breathe a bit more. It’s direct, certainly, but it lands.
Highly recommended. That band you saw backing Jon Spencer recently – that was the Bobby Lees!
For The Bobby Lees, their fourth album and Epitaph debut marks a thrilling new chapter for the band while doubling down on what’s always made them so magnetic. The Bobby Lees don’t need much in the way of introduction.







