Frank Chickens





"Have got tighter. I'm still not so tight but I think it's getting okay now. Talking. We communicate better now."

Precisely. I like my chickens frank. On the other side of the wall separating Kazuko's front-room from next-doors front-room, a bracket is being mounted. The sounds of drilling and pummelling are matched by the chunks of plaster and dust falling onto Kazuko's carpet.

"You are destroying our wall," she rushes out to inform the tool-handed Man At Work. The tool-handed Man At Work comes in to look at Kazuko's wall. "It's going to come down sooner or later," he observes.

It was an average day. Me, Kazuko and Kazumi Chicken continued our tea.

'We are Ninja' was a sophisticated and cherishable debut. And surprising because (this) one had long pondered how Frank Chickens would apply themselves vinylly. Both 'Ninja' and its accompanying 'Shellfish Bamboo' introduced them as originators rather than simply the interpreters which they had been on stage (equally their living thing itself had blossomed in defiance of reasonable expectation since their early humble huddles at the Idiot Ballroom).

The more recent 'Blue Canary' cover was of less immediate consequence although possessed of a quaint novelty-like charm.

Kazumi: "The record company wanted something between 'Ninja' and the LP. They were not expecting too much but apparently it got more airplay than 'Ninja'. I suppose it's quite different from other stuff on the radio."

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