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)