I like music. I have a band. I’m gonna tell you all about it.
What I look for in rock: guitars, melody, guitars, energy, guitars, and guitars.
You guys are going to hear a lot about Art. Many years ago, we bonded over The Breeders. That, and the fact that we were the only halfway sane people working in a warehouse rife with heroin abuse, thievery, and bile. What we went through to deliver high priced, useless trinkets to bored, rich folk…
Anyway, Art pointed out that if you took all the great songs from John Wesley Coleman’s brand new solo album (The Last Donkey Show), and mixed them up with the best tracks from his other band’s brand new album (Golden Boys – Dirty Fingernails), you’d have a hell of an album. Such is the curse of the prolific songwriter.
I’m going to talk about The Last Donkey Show here. It has high highs. It has so-so lows. It has a good attitude, and some rocking, garage-y singles about Clowns and babies and Draculas. Which is a bit charming. And as you can probably suss out from the title, there’s a bit debauchery as well.
I really like it when a band loves playing, and wants everyone to know. Enthusiasm is contagious. As are the highlights of The Last Donkey Show.