Not only is Snoop Dogg pretty much the coolest person to ever live, he also has the answer to all of life’s questions: Read the rest of this entry
Whoever you are, you’ve gotta love Little Richard. He brought such power and passion to his music. The Beatles used to copy his signature “woooooo!” The guy practically invented rock and roll… but I didn’t know they brought in lyricists to clean up “Tutti Frutti” and given that it was 50s, you can see why. Read the rest of this entry
(Are you) A True Regular? is the debut recording (a five track EP) by The Regulars of Boston, MA.
The Regulars possess a large, warm sound that recalls Queen, The Beatles and a zillion other bands that are awesome – and yet, The Regulars don’t exactly sound like any of those bands, they just… I don’t know, almost reference other bands without really sounding much like other bands. You just can’t put your finger on it, but there is something comfortable about The Regulars, like an old hoodie you lost but found again and it still fits and it’s still in like new condition. It’s warm and comfortable and exactly what you were looking for but new at the same time. OK, I’m rambling now – just listen here.
(Also, BandCamp needs to add a volume control – is it just me? Am I missing something?)
You can’t pigeon hole this sound any more than you can deny it. It’s fun, uplifting and smooth. I can’t wait to hear what they do next. Check them out on Facebook here.
If you haven’t heard the song that’s tearing up YouTube entitled, “Friday” by Rebeca Black, then congratulations, you have a deeply fulfilling life.
The rest of us aren’t so lucky. “Friday” is, in my mind, fairly standard in terms of the pop music that is targeted toward teens these days. Yet it seems that the rest of the internet thinks this is the worst song in the history of recorded music. I don’t think it’s a good song, but I wouldn’t go as far as to call it the damnation of mankind that others have. I think its equally bad when compared with other songs that make me want to gouge out my eardrums with a q-tip, so lets get our comparison on.
I have now switched to a 0-10 scale for scoring movies. I don’t know why I keep switching… but I do keep switching. Sorry about that!
I have now switched to a 0-100% scale for scoring movies. Think of it as a grade on a test:
90-100 = A
80-89 = B
70-79 = C
60-69 = D
0-59 = F – an exact number under 59 just illustrates how spectacular the failure was.
While I won’t give every book, comic book, movie review or music review a score, I will, at times, break out the old Reviews Rating System. It’s a 1 through 5 system, 1 being the worst, 5 being the best and may your respective Deity help us if I have to issue someone a zero. If you’re worried about spoilers or just don’t want to read the review, scroll through the post quickly and you’ll see the score, big as life.
My Rating: 2.5 out of 5
- 1 = incomprehensible: like sitting in traffic, going to the dentist or watching Hulk Hogan in Suburban Commando… or Thunder in Paradise. I get chills just thinking about it…
- 2 = bad: the plot feels like something out of the Twilight series…
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…” he murmured.
I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
“What a stupid lamb,” I sighed.
“What a sick ,masochistic lion.”
Damn you, tweens! “As I thrilled to the word?” Wow. That’s epic. She used ‘thrill’ as a verb without an object. That’s great writing. Just. Fucking. Great. Twilight.
- 3 = average: it wasn’t great, but it had a beginning, middle and end.
- 4 = good: better than most, but no one is going to study it for hundreds of years
- 5 = excellent: you’d sell your grandmother’s false teeth for it
Welcome back to the journey into under appreciated creativity. This feature, Attention Must be Paid, will shine my (however brief and dull) spotlight on something that needs props. Mad props. Today, I’d like to shine the light on Rattrap Bumpkin, a band that rocks in their socks.
While I don’t condone the trapping of rats, I do condone Rattrap Bumpkin. In fact, you might say I condone the shiz out of ’em. Bumpkin’s press kit says that their goal is to make refreshing music, and that’s as good a way to describe their writing style as any. Bumpkin brings something new to the table, yet it’s not a bunch of eclectic noise; you won’t go to a bumpkin show and find singer/lyricist/guitarist Michael Benedetto crammed into a chicken costume and banging away on a tambourine while he chants in Sumerian about the plight of North American hot dog vendors. Their music is smooth, progressive and addictive; one might say its the Kool of crack. But don’t smoke either of those, they’ve both bad for you. Besides, Mike will weave a spell you’ll enjoy more than a quick fix inhalant.
Bassist/singer/lyricist Bryan Fraser and drummer Chris Stanis round out the rhythm section. While Mike is tied to his microphone as the lead vocalist and Chris is at his kit with a fixed look of concentration on his face (because he’s busy blowing your mind), Bryan makes up for any lack of movement by giving you 100% of his performance. He can’t be stopped, he won’t be stopped; Bryan is a force up there. I almost want to give him something else to do; as long as he’s got all that energy, why not put together that new desk I got from IKEA? Everything I’ve ever bought from the Swedes always takes me a year to finish… like trying to learn one of Chris’ drum charts. Forget it. It’s too hard. Don’t try. The interesting thing is, Chris’ drumming isn’t… I don’t know, overly busy like Neil Pert (who I love, by the way, but the dude is super busy to a fault – which doesn’t mean he isn’t my favorite drummer, because he is), yet there is plenty going on, enough to keep you not just listening, but re-listening.
I could go on, but I’ll let the music speak for itself.
Be sure to check out Rattrap Bumpkin’s website for show dates. They create and play excellent music and are more than worthy of your attention. Pay it up.