I regret to inform you, but in the process of reupholstering the velvety interior of rock and roll circa 1969, The Blakes spilled beer between the seats of its creativity, burned cigarettes into the side panels of its listenability, and most unforgivably, vomited all over the floors of its originality.
Reminds us of: A Stones/Kinks/Beatles/Clash garage cover band