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The Famous strikes black gold with "Light, Sweet Crude"
Although barely two years in the making, the Famous are a tight, cohesive band, and their debut “Light, Sweet Crude” is a relentlessly clever joyride of an album. You should be buying it right now rather than wasting precious moments reading this review.
The carnival paean “Midway” and soon-to-be country classics “Deconstruction Worker” and “Overtime” will have you rolling on the floor laughing with colorful tales of iniquity in childhood, academia, and general whipped-ness.
The psychobilly-infused “Son of the Snake”, “Nothing”, and “True Believer” will then get you back on your feet and pounding the air with any available limb, be it yours or someone else's.
“Get You Back”, “Better Things”, and the positively addictive “Tear” are the songs you want to hear when you may not be at rock bottom but you can see it looming at your feet. Artfully disguised as an easy Sunday afternoon country standard, “Tear” is, in reality, a painfully accurate homage to the impotence of the jilted that sets your heart awash in the sweet dark acid of ruined love.
How can you say no to that? Ya can’t. It would just be wrong.
Like the favored love child of Hank Williams Sr. and Chris Cornell, lead vocalist and acoustic guitar player Laurence Scott fills the room with a palpable charge when he steps up to the mike, seamlessly alternating between classic county crooning and neck vein-throbbing, wailing rock. He and lead guitarist Victor Barclay serve up the Famous’ own unique brand of perfectly harmonized indie-americana twang like organically-grown rib-eyes at a Texas BBQ. This twang can talk you out of church and into the hayloft with a quick stop at an existentialist bookstore on the way.
Drummer Chris Fruehauf reportedly created his own version of time to beat to after leaving a trail of broken metronomes across this great land of ours. However he counts it, his drum work is tight and perfectly punctuates the solid foundation laid down by bassist G.D. Hensley, formerly of famed punk rock band Diesel Boy.
Whatever alchemy got itself a-brewing in the universe created solid gold by putting these guys together. Lucky you.
God bless Americana.
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Nicole
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posted 02/17/05
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