Artist................... Sour Jazz
Album.....................Rock & Roll Ligger
Label.....................Acetate
Genre.....................Alternrock
Release...................03/29/2006
Street....................10/25/2005
Encoder...................LAME 3.97 beta
Quality...................--aps 44.1kHz/joint
# NAME TiME
01. Big Generator 04:27
02. Rock & Roll Star 03:32
03. Can't You See 03:42
04. King Me 03:02
05. Drinking Alone Under the Moon 02:43
06. Downtime in Midtown 07:17
07. That's Cool Too 02:11
08. 14th & Beat Street 02:28
09. Panzer 03:37
10. Antecedent 02:46
11. Know Where to Hide 02:58
These four sharp suited, and hopefully suitably attired
shoe-wise, wiseguys are aptly named along with their
punning album title, as they roll out a slew of red
carpet-sealed choppy Keef riffs that shuffle and stroll
into a swagger like sped up Dictators songs such as
'Harder and Faster' and 'The Next Big Thing' with an
essential swing that sets them apart. I mean, these
riffs could almost be ordered from a catalogue but
they're sounding fresh and fulsome here, topped off
with a suave acerbic monotone with tongue in cheek
self-mythologizing akin to Fun Lovin' Criminals ('Big
Generator' and 'Rock'n'Roll Star', which packs a neat
'Hang On Sloopy middle) but with the knowing wit and
panache that comes with the self-assurance of being the
real Kings of New York. Maybe it's their elder
statesman status but it comes across as what Tin
Machine could've / should've been, instead of the
insipid, wailing imbecilic mid-life crisis that it was
and the Iggy of 'American Caesar' but with better
songs...thankfully not aping The Stooges but with a
similar look askance of experience and weary
realism...that comb their hair nonchalantly in the
mirror while plugging effortlessly into New York City's
electric cool whether it's the Morphine playing in the
Funhouse spoken word alienated beat-punk Jim Jarmusch
cafe table jazz of '14th and Beat Street', the heroin
toned themes sliding comfortably into the aching cold
kissed dawn of 'Can't You See', as it's a loping
shuffle not unlike 'Horse With No Name' after it's
being left against a radiator in Johnny Thunders'
apartment circa 1982; the louche lounge cocktail bar
schmooze over a deal and a drink or two of 'Downtime In
Midtown'; the exquisite pop chorus of 'Drinking Alone
Under The Moon', that's surprisingly kooky and cute
like Dead Milkmen's 'Soul Rotation' and knocks you
off-kilter after the slinky hipped riffing on the verse
that follows the melody in their general style. 'That's
Cool Too' is the most Stooge satisfied but corks
bottles all over town, and isn't outta place in this
collection that's strangely addictive for something
that's also kind of unremarkable and workmanlike, but
to hell with it, I'd rather be listening to some words
of experience and cynical sin than some set of wannabe
tarnished tykes.
We use LAME 3.97 now, which is approved.
38:43 min
58,4 Mb
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