Now Im not saying we wont get our hair mussed, Mr. President, but I estimate were looking at no more than MB43, tops! Buckwheat Zydeco Jackpot! (Tomorrow) :: Purists may decry the primitive Bill Haley commerciality of songs like Rock, Boogie, Shout but Bucks turgid, son, which is why this just might be the biggest-selling record of his career. Embrace Out of Nothing (Lava) :: Power balladry at its best, even if their enveloping anthems do sound a bit too U2 for my liking. Situation Nowhere One of the Loudest Tragedies Ever Heard (Wedgie) :: Their wonky inflective singer sounds just like Pee-Wee Herman, but the playhouse pudknocker never had a butane-burning band like this rocking out behind him. Icky Boyfriends A Love Obscene (Menlo Park) :: Talent is an asset and these retards dont have it. Flashlight Arcade The Art of Blacking Out (OTR) :: Yet another poky record from five slackids too lazy to spell-check their inane lyrics. Scary Kids Scaring Kids The City Sleeps In Flames (Immortal) :: The singers vox sounds a little like John Foxx so why does he insist on screaming? Kazzer Broke (Linus) :: When a marshal arts champion makes a rap record, I expect to hear the aural equivalent of lean, mean Ken Shamrock, not gabby flabby Chris Tucker. SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Chris Beard Live Wire (Northern Blues) :: Now heres one Chris who aint tuckered out, not by a long shot. Taped on stage in Michigan and Chicago and in the studio in New York, guitarist CB gets hot on the sizzlin JB funkified sax n organ good foot with an added dose of primo Prince percolation tossed in for bad bluesy measure. Be seeing you.
Jeffrey Morgan is a freelance writer. Send comments to [email protected]