All My Eye And Betty Martin Music

ALL MY EYE AND BETTY MARTIN MUSIC's BANDS

Akin to the dogged wind snatching off the dead leaves, seeking out the wheat from the chaffy, the gold from out the brassy, ALL MY EYE AND BETTY MARTIN MUSIC is in the muck robbering out the shiney with it's beak. Like rich pickin's it's seeing the merry conker on the mud. Because, let it be known, ALL MY EYE AND BETTY MARTIN MUSIC is in the business of offering the rare, the exquisite, the thing of untimely beauty, (or whatever).
With this in mind, so far it's nabbed out a couple.
And here we are...

SPRATLEYS JAPS

AME's up trumps! This lot are as new and as green and as fresh as the grass, and their exceptional "PONY" album blinks it's saucy eyes in pop music's bed like no-one-ever's business. Hailing from some unidentifiable foresty background, and some deep American desert, and throwing that Tim Smith out of them CARDIACS in there somewhere... (he wrote and produced "PONY" and he let himself play the bass in it and he sings sometimes...) it be no lie. And no wonder that SPRATLEY'S JAPS have no kin 'cept you with your GUTS in your heart.
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Now Here's Something Else To Pierce That Windy Arsehole...Christ Alive! It's That MR. AND MRS. SMITH AND MR. DRAKE

Good God bless the very hole that spawned these three, and what three is that then? Them three is W.D.Drake, Tim Smith and Sarah Smith that did all at once become the universally revered SEA NYMPHS. This thing was in a state sunk in the mud and stinking to high heaven of many moons and of old sticks and stuff to be drug out and have it's pretty snout cleaned off only to reveal the terrible beauty under there. Like blinding spark in life's daily grot. ALL MY EYE AND BETTY MARTIN MUSIC used to wallow in the awful hope that it may some day soon become available to you in enduring super C.D format. But with the same stupid face. And now that moment is IMMINENT. You WILL be told. Truth will out that this is a vintage recording of the truly exquisite and the unparallelled, and AME spied it.
With it's eye.

WILLIAM D. DRAKE

AME found this heavenly boy jammed down a dubious pipe, yanked him out quik and laughed openly at his fashion then kept him in a jar for observation. He stayed, all the while setting the ground and air alight with his special designs. What can this be?...A Whole Album?... All his own?... on All My Eye And Betty Martin's lap? straining into thee very light? scritching at the very Earth's door? feeling up the wosps? waking up boring flies from lazy wet dreams.......?
Let us, as flies, all wetdream of the smelly busty summer to come, So so soon, if we sniff up, we smells it.....