30 Something box set Jim Bob and Fruitbat's finest hour. Wot, no T-shirt?
This deep into the world-wearily complacent ‘whatthe-fuck-next?’ 21st century, it’s hard to believe that Carterimagine just how good this unlikely pair of Sarf London chancers actually were. Carter gigs were like Clash gigs, football terraces supplanted into moshpits where uniformly social conscienced ne’er-do-wells in signed T-shirts bellowed along with every word and the sky turned black with stage-divers. Carter had a No.1 album and a dozen hit singles. Not indie chartbusters — proper ones. At their peak they even impossibly dreamed of a Christmas No.1, but that was in 1992.
