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/\ That audio sample is perfect, because it captures the "best" moment of this album, and subsequently the epitomization of "Blues Metal". OOooohohhh keep on pushin', babe. I WANNA be your MAAAAHHHHNNNN....
The Player:
Jamie Brown
The Players:
The rest of the god damn band
What The Fuck Is It?
It appears, upon a cursory search, to be an album that a few people bought in 1988, listened to it and summed up the experience with a well placed "ehhh". Also notice that the cover art is the exact definition of "Blues Metal Cover". Four brown haired young men in heavy black coats, you know, just aimlessly strolling through a southern California WASTELAND.
Does It Suck?
Yes and No. Let me explain - according to science and maths, this is an average album by definition. The first side is enjoyable as a feel-good rocker for the most part, plus the lead tone is similar to that of Michael Denner's on "Don't Break The Oath" which is an automatic +1. The intro to "Nothin' To Lose" is one of the high parts of the album, the others probably being certain big washy choruses. Come to think of it, probably the perfect thing for me to compare this album to is Winger's debut. There is nothing out there that sounds more like it, except the leads aren't quite as good. Overall, the thing that I take away from this album is that the band had an idea of how they wanted to appear and they stuck to it pretty well, and were fairly versatile within that image.
Then we come to Side B. Side B minus "Sweet Maria" and "Coming For You" is an absolute abomination, and I can tell you that even between the excessive skipping my turntable does because of the poor shape the B side is in. The record would skip entire sections at a time, offering me mere glimpses into the past (Or horrible future??) and I now know why. The last person who listened to this (in 1988, presumably) was so distraught by Roxanne's cover of play that funky music that he, in all his mulleted glory went out back and attacked the record with an electric sander in hopes that he would never again hear the shitpile of Roxanne's B side. Let me give you an overview: "Not The Same" is just a rambling monologue, presumably, about OOOHH THAT WOMAN
"Can't Stop Thinking" begins with a telephone "tone" and an answering machine message from, presumably a late 80s (absolute) FOX. The vocalists vocals are then subject to an effect that makes it sound as if he's singing into a telephone.....
play that funky music is the closer...and it makes you wonder how seriously these guys take themselves. Don't get me wrong, it is an EXCEPTIONAL cover, and Jamie Brown is probably the only person on earth who could almost get away with a fucking cover of play that funky music...
Finally, Are There Any Woman-Cursing Blues Songs?
There are so fucking many I lost count.
Wrap-Up
Overall, this is an average album and is recommended only for the small possibility that one may severely enjoy one of the choruses on side A or the solos. Otherwise, it's pretty "meh". For Me, 6/10
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