So our music inbox has been stuffed with bands, may of whom are now overdue for a writeup, or at least a semi-friendly rejection letter. I hate being behind on things, so in an effort to get through the clutter, here’s a great big super-post of about seven or eight band of the day bands.
Here’s the deal. Each and every one of these bands deserves my undivided attention to truly get a good idea of what they are about. But they’re not going to get that. Nope, I will be listening to them for the exact amount of time it takes me to write a paragraph about them. Some will fare better than others. Some will be treated unjustly. Some will not even get a chance. Life’s tough, time’s short, and I got other blogs to blog. On today’s Band of the Day Menu:
Jump Back Heart Attack!
Front Row for the Meltdown
A little electronic with heavy bass, fronted by an electric violin. I always though electric violins were the shit:
Yeah Brad Neely, you’re right. Life DOES rule, especially if you’re James Sudakow and play heavy instrumental electric violin electronica.
See? Totally! You know those people who bought the Tool String Quartet album? I bet they would rock Mr. Sudakow while playing World of Warcraft and fucking rule over all the other internerds. They’d be like head of the Theif’s Guild or whatever. Me? I can’t get into this. It’s like Yanni with a distortion pedal and drummer who can’t get enough Taiko. NEXT
Well, I see from their MySpace page’s headline that Rider Jones is no more. “RIDER JONES 2005 – 2008 R.I.P” I assume that they are already done…either that, or by the end of the year they will be done. Or maybe they just changed their web site and are terrible at conveying that info.
Oh, the perils of being in a band. NOW we get to reviewing you and your band is already broken up. If only I had gotten to them back in January, perhaps I could have provided the shot in the arm they needed to continue. Oh well. Too bad, because they don’t sound half bad. They don’t sound half good either. Wussy acoustic finger-picking pop does nothing for me, but at least their lyrics aren’t as cliche as the music… Oh wait, never mind…they just sang “star light, star bright, first star i see tonight…” without a hint of irony. Yeesh. Get me out of here. NEXT
I will praise the rest of the bands’ deeds or fuck their shit up after the JUMP: it will be worth it, dear reader. Trust me. Would I lie to you?
I’d be remiss if I didn’t say it: totally do-able. Both musically and physically. I remember Margot, she hit us up a while back. Not sure what became of her album. She’s on the jazz-meets-R&B tip, sultry vocals that don’t sound like her skin tone, crackling record samples, and way grooving. Okay Margot, i already feel bad about saying you’re do-able. I mean, music’s more than just physical attraction, right? Through your smoky vocals and soul music, you have led me to the light and shown me the way. I’ll never be so flippant again. NEXT
Not bad. Looking at the picture, I was preparing myself for coffee shop open mic nails on the chalkboard, but Dan Weintraub (a last name just destined for rock stardom) has a nice, airy voice, and some songwriting chops to boot. Sounds like a little Dire Straits meets Steve Miller Band…and I mean that in the best way possible. I mean, it’s not exactly right up my alley, but after those first two SonicBids bands, this is certainly more pleasant. And he’s rocking some crazy lyrics about corpses and crime and Steve Irwin’s dead body over a really nice, loping ballad. I love me some dichotomy. His web site is danweintraub.net. His album, Malibu Cocktail (an album title just destined for rock stardom) is now available. NEXT
Okay, I really, really, REALLY hate moustache blues bands. You know, weekend warrior washups who haven’t been told they possess not a shred of talent, except the talent for sucking all the soul and passion out of my favorite delta blues songs. That said, I am TOTALLY feeling what Lansdale Station have going on. Can’t stand this genre, but they are throwing down the blues-rock with balls and vulva (respectively). If I were at like a beer festival, walking around an open air market and dodging the terrible bands, this would be the one group I could hang with. And drink hella beer listening to. Brewery Rock, you’ve never been more right on. Kudos! NEXT!
Jump Back Heart Attack!
Okay, sweet name, but do they deliver the sweet rock goods? With a name like Jump Back Heart Attack! you better be the kind of band who throws themselves around the stage, does power slides and ends their set by diving head-first into the drum kit. Not that I judge a book by its cover or anything… So did I call it?
Nope. Far from it. Jump Back Heart Attack! is on some lo-fi indie folk shit….and he is killing it anyway! Great lyrics, appropriately hoarse and coarse voice, way good shit right here. I would totally hang with Mr. Jeff Gonzales III and trade porch jams and puffs of marijuana cigarettes. Look into this guy, he’s worth your time.
Front Row for the Meltdown
Third Eye Smashmouth meets Weezer. Power-Pop with a sense of humor. There’s nothing here that’s terrible…but nothing that’s inspiring me, either. And honestly, you are in the rock game to impress ME. Never forget this. If I were friends with you, I would tell you how awesome your band is, and go to all of your shows. But only because you’re my good friends, and I participate in friendrock. Not because I actually like what you’re doing. But you’re not bad enough to sacrifice our friendship over your music. I bet the shows are actually pretty fun, because it’s peppy, bouncy rock n’ roll, and that’s rarely a bad thing. Still…meh. Front Row For The Meltdown, you get off with a warning. Work on it. NEXT!
When I was 15, I was kinda into finger-picking instrumental dudes like Phil Keaggy and Ottmar Liebert. That 15 year old version of me would FLIP OUT for San Francisco’s Lawrence Blatt. I’d probably try and convince my friends to go on a road trip to SF for the explicit reason of seeing him play….then we’d crowd around him afterwards and tell him how absolutely awesome he was! LIKE OMG! Nowadays, I like to eat dinner to this kind of music playing softly in the background….mmm, music to eat to. I’m actually feeling kinda hungry just listening to him. Fuck it, I’m gonna go grab a bite. I am done with this post as of…..NOW.