They’re so good, they ain’t human!!

Ever notice at gigs how male types generally out number the female of the species about five to one?  Well, not so at We’re Only Human gigs, as at their recent “Ad Lib”, Kensington bash…wenches a plenty!

But where do the pretty young things come from? What’s the attraction? Could be the unnatural good looks  of blonde guitarist Johnny Rollason, who could melt a heart at 50 paces?  Then again, it could be the fact that We’re Only Human just happens to be an extremely enjoyable inoffensive dance-able and way above average band.

 In fact, We’re Only Human are more rock n’ roll than most bands around actually think they are. No frills, no gimmicks or pretensions, just rock n’ roll!

 Led by a friend of the people Alan Hammonds who actually talks to his audience rather than the usual front man cop-out jive “This one’s called….”. Mott the Hoople meet The Clash and flirt with The Stones. I personally adore the critters and am well pleased that they decided to recently reform after termination back in ’82.

 Although I’m not yet confident that their new material matches their original stuff, I’ll give it time. You can catch them next Wednesday at the Clarendon, Hammersmith……but be careful if you take your girlfriends…you might lose her!!

Ray Mathew -

Twilight Capers  - The Islington Gazette - 1982