Posted on 05/10/2014 11:31:59 PM PDT by keat
Creepy or what?
*yikes*
I think you are safe until he uproots himself and starts racing toward you, trying to crush you with his arms/branches. Of course, that could happen any second now.
looks like nutty nan
Dingy Harry after the next elections.
Don’t blame me, as much as we were drinking, you were the one that insisted on driving.
Gravity works differently in Australia.
You have an ent in your backyard. He is horrified because he thinks you are an orc. Watch out for little guys with hairy feet.
Oh, LOOK! A baby Mothra!
This is not my fault.
How about some tree side-boob.
Sure, the Rodgers brothers’ (Fred sings) loutish behavior and the band’s liberal borrowings from their past heroes (particularly The Beatles) will likely grow tiresome over time, but this album is one of the best examples of the revitalized power pop genre thus far in the ‘90s. After all, The Doiley Rags bring a real power behind their glorious pop, and the album’s best songs deliver optimistic, hedonistic lyrics that detail their visions of grandeur.
Even the album’s “filler” songs rock hard on contagious mid-tempo grooves, and Fred brings everything across with an appropriately British sneer that has been unfavorably compared to John Lydon (a.k.a. Johnny Rotten). This is laughable as Fred possesses a far superior voice and is one of The Doiley Rags’ greatest strengths, though his over the top accent (i.e. sunshine = sun sheee yine) might be off putting to some.
The songs range from decent (“Afterburner,” “Shake It On Down,” “Doiley’s Diner”) to very good (“Down In The Hole,” “Victor,” “Cigarettes and Marmalade”) to flat-out fantastic. Simply put, “Riding In Her Car,” “Golden Tonic,” “Forever Suede,” and “Uncle Harry's Slide” are four of my favorite songs of all time, and alone ensure an essential album rating.
“Riding In Her Car” begins the album with a thrilling opening riff, and when the band kicks in it’s a perfect way to begin Friday (or Saturday) night. Plus, when Fred sings “tonight, I’m riding in her car” he sure sounds like he is and you can picture him with a 40-oz in his lap. “Golden Tonic” is simply a gloriously perfect power pop song, while “Afterburner” is arguably the band’s ultimate rock n’ roll manifesto as Fred delivers a cocky vocal for the ages.
Finally, the comparatively overlooked “Uncle Harry's Slide” actually sees Fred singing tenderly, and I've sung along to the song's grandly epic chorus literally hundreds of times. The amusing “Ain't Having no Children” then closes out the album on an anti-climactic note, though it does foreshadow the more subdued and reflective songs that would highlight their next album, Evening Star.
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