Blaring out of the Guitar Cavern late yesterday afternoon at full tilt was this lost classic: I had to dig deep into my brain's filing cabinet to retrieve the young scally's name. But retrieve it I did. Jim Noir. Please don't think I'm using the term scally in a pejorative sense by the way. I confess to knowing nothing about him other than he makes, or certainly used to make, mighty fine records.
And none finer than Eanie Meany.