Working our way through the rich, dark sauces and spreads, Bovril stands for dark, rich, meaty songs – pungent and penetrating barry-tones salivating deep into your sensory organs, bass notes that thud and reverberate through your skull and pulse into your core.
In this long hot, sweltering season*, what better to kick off this mucky, beefy, aromatic thread than Barry’s first song?
*I’m so hemispherist, sorry)
Leonard has more of a homeopathic trace of Bovril, but it’s enough
Just a few more Bovril kisses:
A Bovril song here thanks to the video which is set somewhere extremely chilly.
Thank you for the global climatic rebalancing, BC – also for a small bite of rattlesnakes.
A showcase for the production chops of Dennis ..er.. Bov-rell..
That is a beefy bone of a bassline – tasty!
Brazil is famed for its beef. Let’s have some Brazza Bovril, courtesy of the late great Tim Maia.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKH3WoWJYas
Keeping it in the family, here is his nephew, Ed Motta.
Tim’s singing with a mouthful of gravy, for sure. But Ed? More tomato salsa than Bovril, I fear.
Some rich squelchy sax notes there, Mike! Freshened out with sharp trumpet toots and kept in shape with lively rhythms.
Plenty of prime tasty beef in this one.
Rhythmstick – Friday Night At The Cadillac Club
Lean and finely cut.
None more meaty than Sleepy LaBeef
ripe cuts of meat, slapped down and slathered in honking Bovril
Woooaaaahrr!
War -Low Rider!
https://youtu.be/hg_KZQ7k3kI
Norman cooks up something tasty….
So complementary in sonorous flavour, I thought I would try a goulash
https://rave.dj/ehCr2TzpDNPcyw
Wow! I enjoyed that. And am fascinated as to how you did it.
Lashings more goulash, please!
If you mixed together Monster mash and Werewolves of London, would it be a Ghoulash??
I’ll get my cloak
Bovril? Or some kind of Ukrainian meat substitute?
I’m hungry now.
A slowcooker now. A spicy Jamaican beef curry via Naples.
Are your taste-buds tingling?
Pure beefy goodness from the vegetablist:
More enjoyable than I thought it would be. The gravy was much less lumpy than I was expecting.
Does anyone know about the etymology of the name Bovril`?
Bo is obviously from bovine, but its inventor, Johnston “took the -vril suffix from Edward Bulwer-Lytton’s then-popular novel, The Coming Race (1870), whose plot revolves around a superior race of people, the Vril-ya, who derive their powers from an electromagnetic substance named “Vril”. Therefore, Bovril indicates great strength obtained from an ox.[4]”
Thankyou Wiki!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovril
And if you thought that was wacky, how about this advertising campaign?
“Bovril holds the unusual distinction of having been advertised with a Pope. An advertising campaign of the early 20th century in Britain depicted Pope Leo XIII seated on his throne, bearing a mug of Bovril. The campaign slogan read: The Two Infallible Powers – The Pope & Bovril.”
I’m speechless!
Catholic tourist spots are responsible for some of the most wonderful tat. I have a recollection of a “Pope-on-a-Rope” thing to be used in a shower.
Probably belongs on the other threads but Vegemite was called “ Parwill” originally in response to Ma-might.
Sounds like a rubbish dad joke but absolutely true.
The hospital I worked at in Burton back in the day, now knocked down, bought in a cheap Bovril copy called Jardox. Geddit? Jarred ox. It was ok.
Bizarrely this in the town that has the main Marmite and Bovril works in the country(tho I am sure it was just Marmite then, it being, basically the slurry from all the breweries then centred there).
Rammstein: none more Bovril. Do you know, I think they coated themselves in the stuff for this video. Thank goodness there was enough water to wash it all off.