The legend of Black Shuck tells of a spectral hound that roams the Anglian countryside, defiling churches, mauling men and laying a curse on all who behold its flaming eye. Or, as Justin Hawkins puts it in the chorus of this classic track, “Black Shuck! That dog don’t give a f***!”
At the time Black Shuck was written, not many people gave a f*** about The Darkness either. Musically, the Lowestoft rockers were desperately adrift among the fag-end of nu metal, while commercially the collective shrug from London’s A&R community seemed terminal.
