‘...kingpin, named after the only part of the Model T engine that Henry Ford supposedly found never wore out. Opening lurchings in the bass suggested Frankenstein’s monster on the ballroom floor. But the rhythmic machinery never collapsed as the music wheeled around at conflicting speeds and instrumental colours, clanking, tootling and chortling away until the final upbeat “kerplunk”.
With Davies, contemporary music never lives in an airtight box. It’s out on the street, friendly - aggressive, mingling with rock without ever losing the poise that stems from the right number of notes in the right place. Boyd and the CLS might have shot up and down elsewhere, but in the bedlam of kingpin, perversely enough, they found stability.’
The Times (Geoff Brown) 26 April 2007With Davies, contemporary music never lives in an airtight box. It’s out on the street, friendly - aggressive, mingling with rock without ever losing the poise that stems from the right number of notes in the right place. Boyd and the CLS might have shot up and down elsewhere, but in the bedlam of kingpin, perversely enough, they found stability.’