Imagine the subversive surrealism of Vic Reeves, the splendid chappery of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band and the wistful poetic eclecticism of The Divine Comedy.
That’s Biscuithead & the Biscuit Badgers.
Their latest album, Dinosaurs Ate My Caravan is the eagerly awaited follow-up to The Greatest Show On Toast and Interspecies Disco. It’s a hymn to a range of contemporary issues, from soy milk to David Attenborough; tea and biscuits to mysterious uncles. There’s a lament at the passing of dinosaurs, an in-depth study of the formation of snow and an ode to the virtues of the tweed jacket.
Biscuithead & the Biscuit Badgers - featuring Sam on tuba, Matthew on drums, Bob on piano and Dean on voice and ukulele - have been thrilling audiences all over the UK since 2006. The latest leg of their ongoing world tour can be found here.
They offer a suitably eccentric range of merchandise for ‘friends of the badger’, all helpfully arranged into tiers of fandom: decide how much you like them and you’ll find merch to suit.
All in all Biscuithead & the Biscuit Badgers are pretty good eggs. Why not have them on toast tomorrow for your breakfast? I know I will.