You’d be excused for wondering whether the Houston-based Rusted Shut were much of a band, considering over the course of what couldn’t even arguably be called a “career&rdqu
The Elms sound like Big & Rich attempting John Fogerty. Distortion and excessive soloing seem to be included as a failed attempt to make up for pedestrian lyricism.
I’m gonna go ahead and say it: I didn’t side-by-side these remasters with the original releases. I didn’t see the point. Mainly because these are Jesus Lizard records, man.
Backed by the No Neck Blues Band and members of Sunburned Hand of the Man, Charles Speer is making me regret I missed his Lisa’s performance not too long ago.
A typical Fool’s Gold song establishes a melodic figure and then tortures it for up to five minutes, creating a sound as dense and enormous as the 12-piece ensemble itself.